One of the guys at the Skunk Works came up with it, I elaborated on the theme, Tam expanded it:
Picture a weedy, neglected lot. As you walk through it, you notice, every so often, little red spheres on the ground. Five to six feet away from each one, the tips of a pair of oversized shoes protrude from the turf. They're all strangely aligned in regular rows. Here and there, a worn and tilted stone looms and at the base of a few of the stones, you spot a faded plastic flower.
Curious, you approach the nearest one and bend down to take a closer look. Are there eroded words on the stone? And what's up with the flower? As you get even closer, it suddenly squirts water right in your face!
As you back away, you realize the letters spell out a name: B_ZO....
You've stumbled into the Clown Cemetery!
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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