I actually sent two versions of this strip to the newspapers. In the other version, Tuttle’s words in the last panel were large (in case the small lettering wasn’t legible when the strip was reduced down for the papers). The one newspaper I heard from used the small print version. Shortly after drawing this strip, we went to a church party where someone had set up cornhole and they put the boards way further away than we’re used to playing. I felt like Phydeaux.
As a kid, I wasn’t a Baptist (still not), but I used to wonder why verses other than the 1st, 2nd and last were in the songs since no one (that I could tell) ever sang them.
Every restaurant in our town claims to have won the award for “best pizza joint” or “best Mexican food” or whatever last year. Either there are a lot of awards going out, or someone’s lying.
Inspired by my brother, who ordered a taco at a local fastfood place only to be told they were out of taco meat. He asked them if they couldn’t just crumble up one of their hamburger patties and put it in a taco shell. They declined.
There are shows on TV now that are good, but not a one of them is as good as The Rockford Files. Every episode is like a well-crafted movie and James Garner was just the king! BTW, you talk to homeschool kids and you’ll find that they know history (and most subjects) better than their public school counterparts and they know how to talk to adults.
I had a real problem as a child understanding the difference between “peas” and “peace”. Looking back, I’m surprised how long it took me to grasp the concept of context.
I love watching the trash collectors come along and dump it all in the same truck after the residents of the neighborhood have gone to all the trouble to separate stuff out.
I learned this fact while researching wombats for a book I was writing that everyone who has read loves and still quotes passages back to me but, sadly, you will probably never see.
