Pickles by Brian Crane for July 11, 2013

Third panel speech balloon sounds like a tongue twister.

“Have I committed a sartorial indiscretion?” – Jackie Gleason to Sir Lawrence Olivier in a play I once saw on TV. Mr. Gleason was, however, not wearing plaid on plaid.

Earl knows about as much about fashion as Jondoes on “Garfield”.

This is pretty tame compared to a few outfits I’ve seen at Wal Mart

Earl is setting new fashion trendsThe problem is that nobody is following his lead

And don’t wear white after Labor Day!

Since she is lecturing him on fashion, she forgot ‘you can wear plain and plain’

It’s a system of checks and balances.

…from his “checkered past” collection!

Earl looks like just about every tourist in Miami.

I’m with Earl on this. I don’t care less about what’s fashionable. I’ll even wear blue and green.

Checkin’ demographic here…Sure you can!

She said plain & plain.@Ned Snipes

a stained plain stays mainly on the plane

Just more "checks " & balances !

She’s right. This is how I was brought up, and it still applies. However the other thing I was taught, that you can wear a pin or a necklace but not both seems to have flown out the window.

That is my Mom and Dad to a tee! I had to teach them BOTH how to dress! LOL

Earl… On the floor, I want to play a game of checkers.

Thanks to the ones that corrected me, my excuse is I had surgery yesterday, and they clearly indicate not to drive and sign documents etc… so obviously I shouldn’t put comments either LOL

I thought Earl was just getting ready to play golf.

We rednecks don’t have this problem. Any plaid goes with any pair of jeans.

Too much plaid is an eyesore.

LOL xxx

who makes these rules up anyway?

Rules with plaid. No…not rules, just common sense! It HURTS to see someone with clashing plaids. It just HURTS. Can’t EVERYONE see that? Plain as plaid for everyone to see.

Fashions come and fashions go. You hardly every see a single guy at the laundromat anymore wearing Bermuda shorts and a Nehru jacket.

And that’s what I’ll be wearing tomorrow.

Ok, kids, here is what I wore in Ohio in the 1940s when I was Nelson’s age: Last kid in the school to wear knickers. Corduroy knickers. My Dad (el cheapo) said “They’ll wear like iron” and bought them two sizes too big so I wore them in shame “forever”. My little brother escaped them as he wasn’t old enough. Our shoes were “clodhoppers” – high-top kids replica of the black leather work shoe. Some kids wore cleats on them for a click as they sauntered the halls at school. Dungarees. When the knees wore holes Mom would sew and later iron-on dark blue patches on the faded dungarees. Tennis shoes were always hi-top black & white. My bathing suit was wool! Shrunk some when we swam with inner tubes in the “crick”. Small town country boys.