He had been known as Beppe for so many years that he found it strange when the nurses called him Joe. At 73 he still didn't consider himself old and he was immensely frustrated by his body's inability to keep up with his still lightening fast brain. He couldn't complain in a way, he'd had a good life: as a circus clown he'd travelled the length and breadth of the country, met so many people, and had thrived on the adrenaline of entertaining.