Not Bozo. He never put me into a clown suit. He took his clowning very seriously, and felt that only skilled actors should don the fright wig and big red nose. His clown character had a pet chicken, so I would often be assigned to the big beak and yellow feathers, where I was less likely to lay an egg.
Years ago, my nephew handed me his red beret with all his scout patches and things in a box, as I was already an avid collector, and he said I should have it;. Two decades or so later, he had a son in cubs and he asked me if I still had his stuff. I had simply put it away as he gave it to me, and he was thrilled to get it all back. My grand-nephew became an Eagle and is now in a ROTC college program at the USF. He has kept his stuff, including all his dad gave him and I suspect, if he has a son (or now even a daughter) they too will be in the program. I still am trying to find out where my stuff from the fifties and early sixties that was put in a box has gone. It was in storage and the storage was cleaned out by my brother. I think somewhere in the mountain of unopened boxes in his garage in Vegas is what I hope to relocate. But, I did find a lot of it, as it never went into the storage. You never know for sure.