When I carried a pager, I couldn’t enjoy going to a movie, dining out, visiting with friends, going to a bar or attending my kids sporting event without being interrupted by the #@!*! thing. To this day, I fail to see how people can enjoy life with a cell phone stuck to their ear.
This comic is one reason Wally is my hero.
News reporters, teachers, ministers and most celebrities kept their personal politics to themselves. Ah, the good old days.
I’ll just take my service beer.
I’m surprised that Barry didn’t receive his bonus posthumously.
The snow is definitely trying to kill me this year! I have a snowblower that I call “The Beast”, and it does help with heavy snows. Still, it’s like giving a reluctant Great Dane a bath.
This actually happened when we went to my brother’s house the first time, and we wondered where my young daughter had gone. She was quietly standing against the wall wearing a dress that matched the wall paper. I thought it was hilarious, but the sister-in-law not so much.
Some of the idiots here like to pile up the snow in the handicapped spaces. There should be a big fine for that.
We have block parties in the summer, exchange Christmas goodies during the holidays and watch out for each other’s back. It keeps things friendly.
With my snowblower that I call The Beast, I have to constantly adjust the angle on the blower chute to keep from piling snow on my neighbors driveways exactly as shown in this comic.