Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for June 07, 2018

Gary is one small horse shy of a dog and pony show.

Big top dreams in a house with low ceilings.

Come on Gary, don’t just stand there. Start clowin’ around!

Why do I get the feeling he is about to get bit on the third red polka dot down.

Waiting for the clown car to pick him up.

It’s his dream and her nightmare. I guess it is OK as long as Gary does not become the human cannon ball.

I don’t know….doesn’t he look a little funny to you?

Wifey seems oblivious to his dreams. She’s apparently seen many others.

Life is a carnival.

Notice how his arena is off to the back corner where no one can see him? Even Wifey’s chair is facing away. Body Language?

Another sawdust trail across the living room, and Marsha’s banishing him to the yard. (Her mother always said she was marrying a clown.)

Go for it Gary! It’s never too late!

Scout → Sand → Yip – Pee…

“Edna, ya wanta see a one eared elephant?”

" I’m ready for my audition, now, Mr. Sondheim. "

Is there anyone out there who doesn’t understand why Scout spends a lot of time down at the Tiki – without Gary ?

Scout looks like he’s wondering if Gary will taste funny.

Every day is Red Nose Day in the Kadiddlehopper house.