Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for January 12, 2020

Hello-o out there!Since when do women wear pocket handkerchiefs?

Mr Hurley obviously doesn’t know women. Even if he has the high ground, he’s still not the boss.

That’s about all the high ground Mrs. Hurley will allow him to hold. Even then, he has to ask her permission first.

It looks rather uncomfortable to me.

As long as he is behind some sort of bars, Harriet can rest assured that Harold isn’t going to cause more mayhem than he is capable of.

He’s obviously taken steps to boost his self-esteem, but no matter how hard he tries, he’s never quite above it all!

Against whom? And in defense of what?

This reminds me of a famous poem by the creator of Winnie the Pooh…https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/halfway-down-by-a-a-milne

It’s over Anakin, I have the high ground.

And, cover your flanks. Basic strategy.

But when push comes to shove, he’ll take the low road…

Nah… Mr. Hurley is just reading the paper over Mrs Hurley shoulder.

(whispering) “This bit of film shows the wily Homo suburbanus getting in position to pounce.”

The Hurleys enjoy being in the spotlight. Good shadow work, Mr. Van A.

The poor man has finally gotten over the delusion that he’s Fluffy the family cat, but some habits are hard to break.