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Here’s what I have in way of T-shirts that I posted the other  day:

1 Blue Sid L

1 Pink Sid M

1 Purple Sid M

1 White Sid M

1 White Sid L

1 White Sid in D.C.

I’m pretty sure I have a couple in child size, but I can’t find them. The white ones don’t have discolorations.

So, you see they are very limited. I don’t care to make any money on them, but if I say they’re free, everybody will want one. Maybe not. I really don’t know how to handle it. Maybe a lottery?

And happy Labor Day. Not only is Labor Day a day off work for lots of people, it’s also a salute to all the hard working men and women who provide us with all the wonderful goods and services we often take for granted. All I did was sit on my backside and draw pictures. But when I was young I did yard work, picked tobacco, bussed tables, dug clams, fished for scallops and made popsicles. For a couple years I worked for the State of Florida. I directed the development of the Florida State Energy Efficient Building code. I did other stuff too, but that was mainly in academia, so that doesn’t count. I’ve always thought that a person who works hard and does his very best should be rewarded commiserate with the quality of his work. A person who digs a ditch or collects the trash deserves to make a decent living just as much as a doctor or lawyer or anybody else. My hats off to you who work.

About those T-shirts, there aren’t too many of them. If I have time tomorrow, I’ll dig them out and see what I have.

Lisa has been asking about old T-shirts. I have a few, but just a few. Even though they’ve never been worn, some of the colors have faded or darkened or stained somehow. They were stored in a box for at least 25 years  This is what I have. I think some may be the front and back of the same shirt. I’ll have to check the sizes. There are at most a dozen.

I think that’s it. I’ll check how many. And I have to figure a fair way to get them out. I also have, as I said before, a few other items. Like neckties and bow ties. I’ll check. You know, if enough people were interested I could make up new T’s.

BTW Frau G has greeting cards by me at: https://www.greetingcarduniverse.com/gracecomicgreetings

Hey, I make 38¢ for each card they sell. There are more cards coming.

Being originally from Pennsylvania, before we moved to Florida when I was 6, I was pretty much raised on scrapple. If you don’t know what scrapple is, you don’t want to know. You certainly don’t want to know what’s in it. And if you didn’t eat it as a kid, don’t even consider it. Winn/Dixie started carrying Jones brand scrapple a while back, frozen. Geeze. First of all, nobody named Jones knows how to make it. It is, in my epicurean estimation, crappy. You have to have a name like “Streb” to make good scrapple. Today I drove down to Sarasota to Yoder’s Amish Market. It’s about 20 miles from where I live in Palma Sola. I bought three pounds. I can hardly wait till tomorrow AM. Frau G won’t touch the stuff.

That’s what Frau G calls it. Which reminds me, I need to take a shower. Hey, once a month is enough, right?

The last story ended yesterday even though it wasn’t the end of the week. Here are the stand-alones that followed. I did two versions of this one. The first wasn’t published. I showed dirty underpants.

Remember that gag where Enos tells about how you can wear the same underpants for a month? After the first week you turn them inside out. After the second week you turn them back to front. After the third week you turn them inside out again. That’s four weeks. I thought that was a pretty funny gag.

And now a special musical treat…

Wednesday, and it’s the same ol’ same ol’. I got to get a life.

That one didn’t appear. The ending that I used tomorrow.

Howdy

And Blue Monday was my favorite Fats song…

Did I ever tell you this? My sister was the recording engineer at Sea-Saint Studios in New Orleans starting in the 60’s. Fats was a terrific human being. And he was known for his cakes that he baked. On my sister’s birthday one year he showed up with a big beautiful birthday cake that he had baked for her.