Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for September 12, 2013

Peter Otterloop, Sr.! Oh, and Alice Otterloop!

So lucky. Did he hear a word of what she said?

Can’t get much luckier than that.

Peter, Peter! Take a moment for your daughter and see what she is up to! You could end up with more of the street in your house than outside of it!

He heard every word and responded absolutely appropriately on all accounts. He may not, however, have seen what she’s carrying.

If you can’t have an urn, get your street in your room.

I have a piece of an abandoned dragstrip.

ya need to bottle that youth serum, thompson

When I was a kid they once took core samples of the street in our neighborhood. They were smooth cylinders that showed all of the many layers of street that had been put down over the years. I found one of the cores and brought it home. Made a great paperweight.

Just what I always wanted: a piece of street.

What a strong little girl Alice is, isn’t she? Not sure I could carry that chunk myself. But once again, what a hilarious comic strip. Thank you so much Mr. Thompson for making us laugh so much every day.

Trebuchet ammo!

and I’m going to name you Mr. Treat , Street was your whole name.

Oh, those lucky daddies who now have street all over their living room!

clearly no one is asphalt here

Wonder what’s up with GoComics today? Keeps repeating things like parallel mirrors!

I tried to reply to nazzo {etc.] Groan! Reply wouldn’t take.

. . . and if you delete something, they both disappear.

Not a bad trick for a 35 lb girl.

My first grade rock collection included a piece of asphalt that had broken off the playground. I declared a fourth class of rock called “Manmade” to accomodate it.

Dad had a debris collection that included a splinter from the House of Seven Gables, a paint chip from the Delta Queen, ash from Mt. St. Helens (a cousin in Washington sent some to her sister in Minnesota, who in turn gave us some), and a mix of concrete, burnt grain, and I forget what all that had landed on his car when a Robin Hood Floor elevator exploded across the street from his company’s lot.

I have at least a couple pieces from various sets I’ve performed on – a chunk of wall from Twelfth Night on which a couple members of a Globe Theatre audience are painted, and a cardboard tube column from A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum", now wrapped around the toilet drainpipe in my basement.

They’re saving on the cost of hauling and disposal if they give most of it away. Back when I built my first waterfall I happened upon a section of sidewalk getting demo’d and the crew were only TOO happy to dump it just where I asked in same neighborhood; topped with my fresh concrete it was a good base to mount the decorative mica and quartz I had bought to have an attractive surface.