For years, one of my husband’s standard Christmas gifts for me has been a New Yorker cartoon calendar. This year I’ve told him not to bother. Very few of the cartoons are funny to us—not to mention that there was a problem with the adhesive, making it difficult to tear off each page without a mess.
Where I live, there would be no possibility of having any kind of intentional fire on a summer evening, nor would anyone be wearing sleeves like Janis’s. It stays hot all night here on the Gulf Coast!
I guess there were still Blockbusters in 2009. So they’re going to rent a video instead of going to a theater.