
I was afraid that, by the time I published this strip, people would have already forgotten the flab-jabs. Apparently not.

I was afraid that, by the time I published this strip, people would have already forgotten the flab-jabs. Apparently not.

Sometimes I have the joke and the dilemma is to decide what the characters are doing. In those cases, I usually decide for a visual that has nothing to do with the joke.

I would make a terrible third base coach. As soon as I told myself not to scratch in the wrong place, I wouldn’t be able to help it.

I was a little worried that this strip might offend someone, being a “family cartoon” as it is. Not a peep.

I don’t know how that would be enforced, but I like the idea. I also like the wall I drew behind the characters. One of my better walls.

I was really happy with the expression on Flatfoot’s face in the last panel. And no, I don’t know who the victim is he’s carrying.

When I was a hospice chaplain there was one sweet old lady who loved for us to sing old hymns together. She used to always say we should go on the road and people would pay to hear us sing.

Do people still use the phrase “put your money in”? I used to hear it as a child and putting my money in oil sounded messy.

For those of you who may not remember, the game on the screen is Pong. Just another thing I was bad at.

I don’t know if the wood chuck will show up again or not. So far, he was a one-note song.