Monthly check-in. My goodness, this is plain stupid.
Some of us live in a world where we can actually do things without talking about sex all the time. I pity those who can’t.
Don’t worry. Even if it printed, it would just be Rufus or Joel and their continuing buffoonery, instead of REAL Gasoline Alley.
Buffoons six days a week; disappointing when I check Sunday, hoping for Walt or Skeezix or…
Periodic GA check. Buffoon alert. Will come back later. This has to be a record.
I thought you knew. Libraries are not about books and reading now. They are about free internet and free computer use. Our library is like that now, too. In the morning, before it’s even open, people are lined up, sitting next to the door, waiting to get in and use the computers to surf the internet.
It was as noisy as a bowling alley the last time I went to ours.
For some reason, this one reminded me of something distantly related when I was Sluggo’s age. I took my carefully saved paper route money, and rode my bike into the center of town to buy some sports equipment. I could not make up my mind: a glove or a bat? I could not buy both, unless I settled for a cheaper glove, but didn’t want that; I needed all the help I could get. The Louisville Slugger felt good. What to do, what to do? I took out the seven bucks: “A cheap glove and the bat, or a good glove?”
I had almost made up my mind when the owner of the store looks from the counter and says, “Kid, buy something or get out of my store!” I guess he thought I was planning a robbery or something.
I ended up riding 60 miles with my Dad the next day and making the purchase in a bigger city, a “big box” type of store.
Today, that old sports building in my town is a yoga parlor or something. They like to blame the internet for the decline of brick and mortar stores, but for me, it was the jerk who ran the only sporting goods store in town. My week’s salary was not good enough for him. If there had been an internet back then, that’s where my money would have gone.
Oh, I got a great Franklin brand glove, and to boot, a Jackie Robinson model Louisville Slugger, 34 ounces, that one of my sons now owns.
“Meanwhile, in Another Universe.” I think we’ve found a great new name for this comic strip. We could even put, “Formerly called ‘Alley Oop’” in fine print below it.
I still think the Lemon Wonmug looks like a reject from a 70s “Freak Brothers” cartoon.