James called to tell me the mystery has been solved. The clown who called out to him during the parade was a coworker whose girlfriend volunteers every year. Because of her connection, he spent his day as a banner-carrying clown. James was excited to know who called out to him, but I say "BOO" to the loss of intrigue and mystery.
Posted by Amanda at 8:24 AM
I talk about my life anyway because if, on the one hand,
hardly anything could be less important, on the other hand,
hardly anything could be more important.
My story is important not because it is mine, God knows,
but because if I tell it anything like right, the chances are
you will recognize that in many ways it is also yours.
Maybe nothing is more important than that we keep track, you and I,
of these stories of who we are and where we have come from
and the people we have met along the way
because it is precisely through these stories in all their particularity,
as I have long believed and often said, that God makes himself known
to each of us most powerfully and personally.
-- Frederick Buechner
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I'm with James - you need to know. I'd ponder it constantly till I found out ... in fact, I've even pondered it on your behalf, thinking, "hmmm ... do we know any clowns?"
I agree that it was much more intriguing when some mysterious clown picks James out of a crowd of tens of thousands... much more intriguing than simply a co-worker dressed in a silly costume saying hello... ha, ha