I can tell you with certainty they do not, because at some point last year after one of our softball games, I name-checked Bozo for its comic value during some repartee with my much younger teammates, and their vacant stares and/or rolling eyes told me that they had no idea. Then I asked them, do you even know who Bozo the Clown is? And one guy, I’ll never forget this, he replied, uhhhhh, nooooo—is “Bozo the Clown” in the room with us now, Grandpa? You know, like I was hallucinating. And I had to laugh at that, because it was really pretty funny in the moment.