Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for March 17, 1998

Transcript:

Zonker: Smell how sweet the air is, Sam? More than anything else, it's the spring air that takes me back...when I close my eyes, I'm that same innocent sprite of a lad who trod these greening meadows so many years ago......living entirely in the present, unburdened by ambition or the slightest notion of where I was headed! Zonker: Who'd have guessed I'd grow up to be a powerful, respected baby sitter? Sam: I need a dream like that...