05 November 2012

R.I.P. Happy

One of the many things I wanted to do when I was little - besides go trick-or-treating and be in plays and in band and go on field trips and have sleepovers - was be on Happy's Place. My dad was a wee bit* strict, so I never got the chance. 

I HATED seeing my friends in the audience. I'm pretty sure every person I ever knew got to meet Happy the Hobo. (In hindsight, I probably shouldn't've watched the show, torturous as it was, but as much as it bugged me, it was cool to see people you knew on TV. Even black and white TV.)

I'll miss you Happy, TV clown that I never got to meet.

* Wee bit. Ha! That's like saying chocolate is 'kinda' good. Or that Alaska is 'kinda' cold.

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