Sep07
Sep08
It’s interesting, trying to go home again, especially when we’ve been told by whatever very famous writer is was that we can’t go home again. Fair enough, but it sure is fun trying. My friends and I used to go to the Ocoee river all the time. Since then, there’s been kids born, careers changed, marriages ended, lives lost to the eternal tide, and more. And still, when we see one another, we always say we need to do another ‘Old Timer’s Trip’. We laughingly call it that, even though we don’t think of ourselves, or one another, as old.
Then again, I was twenty eight when we started kayaking the Ocoee.
Now, we return every few years. It’s a long drive, going back to being twenty eight. And I get lost on the way of course. But it’s gotta be tried.
I do another comic strip, The Buckets, that’s sort of about getting old and becoming your parents. I made the point in it once that while it’s not fair that a kid can’t wait to be 18, but what’s REALLY not fair is that now I can’t wait to be 18 either, and it’s never going to happen.
But there’s still the occasional Old Timer’s Trip. And that may be good enough.
Sep09
Big paintball day yesterday. Twenty friends, four fine hours of sweat and swearin’ and pain and all. So, of course, I thought I’d share.
Here’s a rare Sunday update for you:
The whole crew. Happy Birthday, Gideon.
Yes, we look like the Broadway version of M*A*S*H, or some other army-type show. We’re a stylish bunch.
The White Shirt Team
The Black Shirt Team (And Cody our Ref. Hi, Cody!)
And for all you carnage fans out there, here’s the injury photos:
Poor Hubris, is gonna have a stroke before the OutDoorFest is over.
Man, don’t be givin’ away my storylines before I get there. Spoilers, dude. spoilers.
Huh? What? Did I just guess the future?
with friends like these … I foresee lots of headache meds being taken, possibly some valium/xanax….
with friends like these….I foresee lots of headache meds being taken, possibly some valium/xanax, etc….
Who needs enemies with friends like them?
bet right now hubris would trade them all for some sanity and not having to make sure they do not try and kill each other
Only the best kind of friends.
Can’t he hear them all yelling at each other?
I guess some days you just wish there was someone who would care enough to come yell at you.