The bride wore a white dress with pearls, a veil and a big red nose. The groom had a rainbow wig, and instead of patent leather shoes, floppy brogues as big as boats, which were coming apart at the toes. All around them a raucous band of clowns held forth on tubas and big bass drums.
“Do you, Gilbert, take Glenna to be your wife?”
“I sure do.”
“Do you, Glenna, take this clown to be your husband?”
“I do,” she smiled, and someone honked a horn.
About 70 clowns had gathered around a motel swimming pool as passersby stared in wonder. One little girl, wrapped in a towel and dripping on the green carpet, wanted to know if someone was putting her on. The preacher said a few words that she couldn’t quite catch, and then she got a signal that it was all in earnest.