Buddy's Blog

This is from the last week in 1999. Remember? World was going to end. The final strip is from January 1, 2000. On New Years Eve I’m interrupting the story with my Sunday strip from 1995.

I’m running a little late. I wanted to color  this Sunday from 1995. New Years Eve is a little early this year…

When I was looking for something to wear for Date Night yesterday, I came across my old psychedelic hippy shirt. It’s beautiful. But I can’t button it any longer. Back in 1970 I weighed in at 140 pounds. It’s beautiful:  

Like the jacket? I buy most of my really dressy clothes at the salvage shop.

I hope everyone had a big Christmas goose yesterday.

Still from December of 1955:

I hope Santa gets away from Sid in time…

I counted wrong. This one was the replacement strip for yesterday’s:

Barry Manilow’s secretary wrote to me once. He wanted a strip that I had published mentioning Barry, and believe it or not, I wasn’t making fun of him. I sent the strip. He never thanked me.

I’ve been coloring early Sundays that I didn’t have color files for. It was before I got my first computer. This Sunday is from Christmas 1994…

I told James B that I’d relate a story about skinny dipping. When I was a young adult, my sister, my cousins and I used to skinny dip every so often. We started when we were teenagers. It was I, my sister, my two male cousins and one cousin’s wife. We were skinny dipping in my cousin’s pool in Bradenton, but we decided to drive out to the island to swim in the gulf. It was about 11 o’clock at night. All of us piled into the station wagon and drove. Just at the entrance to Cortez Bridge to Bradenton Beach there was a hitch hiker. We stopped, he jumped in without looking. We started across the bridge, and he turned to look at us, five buck naked people. His eyes got real big and he started shaking a little. We just talked like it was absolutely the normal thing to go. Asked him how he was doing, how far he was going, etc. He didn’t say a thing. As we reached the other side he says “This is where I get off! I gotta go!” He was out of that car like poop out of a goose. What good times I had when I was young.

I killed this one. It didn’t appear.