I grew up watching Bozo the Clown on WGN. You know the one: Red rubber nose, giant shoes, wicked bowl of red hair. Cooky the Cook. Whizzo. Cuddley Duddley. The whole gang. I loved it.
There was one particular memory I have of watching the show. In between the Grand Prize Game and a “Rocky & Bullwinkle” cartoon, they had a plate-spinner perform.
You know the type. Plates, sticks, spinning. Keep it all going, friend. (Of course, the joy in watching a plate-spinner was knowing that, eventually, all that fine china was going to break. Loudly.)