SatWE Clown Update (Saturday Writing Essential)

Last week’s SatWE was the first column I’ve posted that needed some explanation and I was all ready for it. Unfortunately, my son called and asked me to accompany him on a scientific survey this weekend.

Naturally, I told him there was no way I could abandon my SatWE readers on this most important weekend -- until he added that we would HAVE to camp in the desert for two nights.

I wasn’t here Saturday so I guess you can figure out my decision. I felt bad about not telling everyone ahead of time, but I don’t like the idea of announcing on the Internet that my house is going to be empty for three days.

I want to thank Greg for posting the SatWE report that I was unavailable.

Thursday, I’ll post a trip report about my weekend. Until then…

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Here, is the explanation of the clown picture.

I could try to build the suspense by talking about all the minor things and leaving the main point to the end, but I won’t. The picture you see is from my last wedding. Yes, the guy in the yellow hat is me -- and I’m holding a one-inch, three-ring binder, not a half-inch binder.

The tall blonde in the foreground with a white T-shirt and red shorts is the “Best Maid.” My wife refused to have a maid of honor.

The short blonde to the left of the “clown” is my bride. She is reading her vows from the scroll.

To her left, holding the scroll, is one of “2nd Best Maids.”

The “clown” is not a clown; he is our minister. He arrived wearing a leather biker jacket over his costume, and riding a Hog. What was cute was that his red nose kept falling off. In this picture, he had given up and stuck it into his pocket.

The wedding was held at a campground on an Indian reservation in southern Riverside County, CA, on 17 July 1993.

There were two common statements that I classified as “assumptions.”

1. The clown. If you said there was a clown there -- I said false. He wasn’t a clown, he was a minister dressed as a clown.

2. If you talked about the blonde in the foreground, I waffled in my responses. This is California and you never know what you might find under someone’s clothes. In this case, she was a woman, but I just couldn’t let you off that easy.

If you posted something to which I said it was false and you don’t understand it; let me know and explain my answer.

I thank everyone who took the SatWE challenge and next week, I’ll be back on track.

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