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TV shows have to worry about being entertaining, not about what’s going on in the world. It’s why those shows are called ‘Bigfoot Hunter’ instead of ‘Bigfoot’. Those hunters make for GREAT TV, and Bigfoot… well, he’s shy. Shy don’t fly on the TV.
I won’t say that golf is totally counter-intuitive… But there’s an awful lot of stuff to learn if you want to play, and not all of it makes sense on the surface.
Really, even the concept is a little tricky. “Get the ball into that little hole, dozens of yards away? Why don’t I just plunk the first six or seven into that handy lake? That’s what they seem to want to do anyhow.”
I don’t tell my People anything I’m not sincere about.
…Well, that’s not entirely true.
I don’t “have People”.
What about you guys? You got People? Can I be one of your People?
I got your back.
…So long as your back needs some cartooning.
Sorry for the color version posting late. I hope the early readers enjoyed the unadulterated, underestimated, lovely B&W version.
You know at least one of those folks, right? The ones that make you think you’d really like to live as long and as well as they have?
On that note, I have to say that Mr. Lee was that guy for me. He stood around and met the students coming into my kids’ elementary/middle school. I figured he was in his 70’s maybe. Then I found out he had been at the bombing of Pearl Harbor. He was in his late 90s when he died, but up until that last year and after a serious surgery, he was fit and engaged and very much there with us. Amazing.
Mr. Lee, you were amazing for so many reasons. Tip of my hat, sir.
Him, and my buddy Kevin William’s grandfather. I never met him, but I like Kev’s stories about him. It’d be nice if stories like that were told of us, right? I think my stories are going to be more like, “Yeah, he could draw, but by the end, there, he was a’scribblin’ all over the walls of his padded cell and he couldn’t tell ya the days of the week nor nothin’. Still did nice caricatures, though. Like a machine, or somethin’.”
Is everyone getting ready for Christmas? I’m getting new skate shoes.
You can tell they’re mine, because they have extra ankle support and are large enough to fit over an ankle brace, besides.
I figured won’t be much longer that I’ll either have to quit skating or have one of those surgeries where they replace bits of you.
Cyborg Cartoonist. Sounds kinda cool.
Did you ever listen to the comedy albums that made Bob Newhart famous? He had this thing where he’d do half a conversation, and your brain sort of filled in whatever else was needed.
You might also have wondered why I didn’t weigh in so much when everyone was guessing who called Hubris right before lunch. I figured you needed your three guesses.