Talking to Gene?
I often successfully masquerade as a grown-up.
When a boy calls home with important info he has to talk to the Lump (first year term for college freshman because that voice over the phone would bring a lump to your throat).It has to be Gene.
Snow on the roof but still a fire in the furnace, eh?I am 61 tomorrow.Happy Birthday, Superman.
One of the youngsters who read this strip!
We may mature but we don’t have to grow up!
Until recently, I’d answer the phone and get “May I speak to your mother?” After getting all grown up, I’d say, “I am my mother!” My mom was the same way. Once someone asked to speak to her mother, and she said, “Being as how I’m a Senior Citizen, I don’t have a mother!”
BTW, Happy Birthday in advance, Kent! Last Tuesday I was 79.
My daughter says it is my “business” voice…
Yes, Happy Birthday! I’m not that old, but I do remember when the Beatles came here.
Arlo hears this voice a couple of times a week..
I look in the mirror and wonder, “What happened?” :-)
Growing older is mandatory.Growing up is optional.8^)
edclectic: My wife tried that for my twenty-somethingth. It wasn’t quite like the picture, but we literally got a miniature firestorm from it – in-rushing air and flames at the center some five inches high.