“Deedle-dee-deedee / Two ladies / Deedle-dee-deedee / Two ladies / Deedle-dee-deedee / And I’m ze only man, ja…”
Also Bringing Up Father, with Maggie and Jiggs.
We used to get the Sunday News in Meriden, Connecticut, with its color comics. I remember the first page having Dick Tracy and the last page had Dondi. In between were such things as Rex Morgan, Kerry Drake, Winnie Winkle, and some others that filled maybe a third of a page. Lil’ Abner was a full-page comic as I recall. I also remember On Stage, Juliet Jones, and a special feature called The Teenie Weenies. I was totally in love with Brenda Starr. Of course there was also Beetle Bailey, Hi and Lois, and Snuffy Smith. Steve Canyon yes, also Terry and the Pirates (as drawn by George Wunder). Others that came and went, and some strips that appeared in other papers. …………. Long, long ago.
Kindergarten, 1960-61: cubby holes, partitions where we generally had our nap blankets. Maybe our coats. We were only there for half a day.
First through Fifth Grades, we had closets or coat rooms where we’d keep our coats and lunchboxes.
Sixth grade: our Board of Education, in their wonderful business experience “wisdom,” put us into the junior high schools, and thus we had lockers for the first time. We only changed classes for reading, but everything else was in the same home-room.
Seventh grade on up: lockers, changing classes every hour.
If you read the Mueller Report, it comes to the edge, up to the line of saying “crime,” and then stops. Like the early days of the Watergate probes, there seems to be lacking a “smoking gun.”
The unruly cartoonist reminds me of Doctor Tzap from Tank McNamara.
Michael needs a good kick to the yarbles.
Well, think about it: sometimes two or more people together can get on each other’s nerves, especially being cramped in “Major Tom’s tin can.” Maybe the trip around the dark side of the moon was a breather. And Mike Collins had to concentrate on keeping the command module running to pick up the “ground team” at just the right time. No time or place for feeling lonesome or scared. That’s what made them astronauts.
Well, there’s soap and then there’s soap:
Why not send it off to the sun? It would burn and dissolve long before it could reach the sun, and it would be infinitesimally small, so why not?