Buddy's Blog

I’ll get around to the T-shirts. I’ve been tied up with the books. I’m trying hard to finish this week. It’s a heck of a job juggling about 10,000 comic strips.

Look what arrived today – My new ukelele.

It’s an Ohana TK-180M. It sounds so much better that my old one. Give me a little time to practice, and I’ll hit you with a hula tune. I might even get out my mother’s old grass skirt. She was really good at it. Dancing, I mean.  

I’m running behind, so I haven’t been able to get to my email. But I will. I’ve been working on the revised dailies collections, and it takes an awful lot of time. Hopefully I should be finished with it some time next week. In the meantime…

Don is a toaster nut. He sent me a few photos. This first one is his everyday toaster. He says it’s a Toastmaster Model 1A6 (ca. 1953). Don’t you just love the chrome.  One of the saddest days of my life was when they stopped making chrome car bumpers. If you remember it was (so they said) to support the independence of what was then Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe. Most of the chromium comes from there. So why didn’t they start buying it after the country became independent?

This beauty is a General Electric Toaster and Toaster Oven Combination from the late-1940s

Perfect condition. And this one is the rarest of his collection. It’s the “Sweetheart” manufactured in 1929 by Landers, Frary, & Clark.

You can even work it while you’re holding your IPhone. Thanks, Don.

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.