Saturday, August 30, 2008

I Don't Know...

If I could send my children to a daycare center called "Clown Town". It's down the street from us, and I'm sure it is perfectly wonderful, but that name. Gives me the creeps...

12 comments:

Allison said...
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Allison said...

Sounds like something out of a Stephen King novel...shiver....

Laurie said...

exactly! When I was a kid, we used to ride the greyhound bus (by ourselves, imagine that!) to Seattle and walk to my grandparents' florist shop. Along the way, you had to walk under the sign for a daycare, it was a huge clown nose. Creepy!

Unknown said...

I thought you were going to crash the car when we passed it yesterday. I can just picture you freaking out when the daycare workers come out to take your children dressed in clown costumes!

Sue said...

STAY. AWAY. FROM. THE. CLOWN.

Allison said...

Talk about emotionally scarring your children for life!...clowns should fit into the "child abuse" category....

zaideafraidey said...

Oh L I remember that clown nose very well. It was huge and hanging off the side of the building, I was always leery that it was going to fall on me.

Laurie said...

still can't believe we were allowed to take the bus to sleazy Greyhound stn and walk to Ros Bros!

Sue said...

and be barefoot in the alley!

Laurie said...

or even go IN the alley!

zaideafraidey said...

hard to imagine, but I will never forget making that trip, get off the bus look for the Camelot hotel, pass under the clown nose than up the alley. I loved going down that dark hallway from the alley to the back of the store, it was always so cool (temp wise) back there and half way down you would get the smell of the flowers. The first person we usually saw was Baba how would try to guess our names (he usually got mine right) and would always have a Rolo or Wintergreen candy. I am sure that they never knew we were coming (mom probably didn't know we had left either) but they always seemed glad to see us. This was probably no worse than cutting through the back of Keeners. Hanging cows and giant butcher knives....so innocent then.

Laurie said...

those were the days for sure! I think you are a little scarred by the Keener's deal, B. For those who weren't lucky enough to grow up in Bothell in the 50s-60s, Keener's was an old-fashioned butcher shop, with sawdust on the floor to catch all the blood drops I guess. I will never forget that smell of sawdust and blood combined. It was good believe it or not ;-)