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Dick Tracy by Joe Staton and Mike Curtis

Dick Tracy

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  1. Toronto2 commented on Tom the Dancing Bug over 2 years ago

    They do, but it’s all black and white. Not the same at all.

  2. Toronto2 commented on Over the Hedge over 3 years ago

    @purpledog39: Augh!

    (Actually, that should be in OTH2: The Reckoning!)

  3. Toronto2 commented on Over the Hedge over 3 years ago

    @purpledog39: Augh!

    (Actually, that should be in OTH2: The Reckoning!)

  4. Toronto2 commented on Frazz over 3 years ago

    I did list 45km the other day and felt similarly. Part of it was in 6’6" lanes with 7’2" buses, which made it a bit of a gymkhana. Can’t wait to get out into the 140km days this summer (touring, not commuting, etc.)v

  5. Toronto2 commented on Chuckle Bros over 3 years ago

    I like to form a queue at Queen’s Quay. (The last word is pronounced “key.”)

  6. Toronto2 commented on Barney & Clyde over 3 years ago

    We had a plaza with both a Woolworth’s and a Woolco in Sudbury in the early 1960s. The old store was about 1/8th the size and had about the same sized staff – and better lighting. The new store had a machine that made hot corn puff rings and those chrome foot measuring devices, and about 4 acres of florescent tubed acoustic tile ceiling, plus “The Red Grill” with tables.

  7. Toronto2 commented on Lola over 3 years ago

    Maybe because it struck a chord with me at the time, but one of my all time favorite Peanuts strips was when Linus thought the first snow of the season was nuclear fallout. Those big-headed kids got us through the cold war.

  8. Toronto2 commented on Dick Tracy over 3 years ago

    I have a feeling I’m going to love this story. But no pressure, guys. :0)

  9. Toronto2 commented on Arlo and Janis over 3 years ago

    I think I plant them (and pumpkins) more for the squirrels than for me.

  10. Toronto2 commented on Red and Rover over 3 years ago

    When I was a lad living temporarily in Marin County, we made box kits and had 2000’ reels of string. We’d fly from one hilltop to another. When the air cooled and the winds died in the late afternoon, the kites would lower and the strings would catch on the oak trees.

    The next morning, we’d try to recover the string and, most importantly, the bamboo sticks. Then we’d do it all over again.