Monthly Archives: November 2018
The Weekly World News was a great newspaper. The editor in charge for most of its life was Eddie Clontz, a tenth grade dropout. He left the paper in 2002 over some management dispute and died in 2005. The paper … Continue reading
Here’s some compassionate advice from Dear Dottie: I wonder if this next gal was James in Kentucky’s sweetie now deceased: The first angel wrenched his back. If this ever happened to you, you know how painful that is.
Arnold is still Moose bait.
Poor Hillary. No wonder she couldn’t get elected. A special note to Lars: I found the particular photo, but if you think I’m going to post it, you’re nuts.
I’ll tell you. They have no sense of history. All they know is what’s going on right now. Right this instant. That’s all they’re interested in. JFK? Who the heck was he? Irving Berlin? He wrote music? Hip-hop or country? … Continue reading
Blue Jeans. When I was a kid they lasted forever. Or at least until I grew out of them. And believe me a growing boy is rough on pants. Nowadays you buy them and they’re pretty much crapola. Here are … Continue reading
I have to go back north in 11 days. I’m going to see if I can get those few strips from Ohio. Fred B. needed one to complete a story. Tom T. wanted two others. Have I forgotten anybody? Please … Continue reading
Before I get to my wall pictures, let me quote from an email from Eric P. He told me a few things that I didn’t know about Winsor McCay of Little Nemo fame: Gertie the Dinosaur was actually McCay’s third … Continue reading