Whew! No kidding. Last Monday the Frau and I were heading to Rehoboth Bay, Delaware to do one of my very favorite things. DIGGING CLAMS! I am probably the world’s best clam digger. I’ve dug clams ever since I was a kid. All over the East Coast. Maine to Florida! But wouldn’t you know it, halfway between Federalsburg, Maryland and Bridgeville, Delaware Frau Grace’s Sebring blew up! Well it didn’t quite blow up. It overheated. After about an half an hour, after scores of cars and trucks and tractors and those big things they use to pick corn drove by, somebody finally stopped. I think it was Frau Grace’s legs that did the trick. You can’t imagine how kind and helpful Mr. Troy Hill was to us. He drive us to three garages trying to find a mechanic to work on the car, he took us to a towing company, and he even drove us to Seaford, Delaware so we could rent a car. The garage we finally found was overbooked, but he was so well known and liked by them they worked us in. By the way the garage was East Coast Collision and Restorations in Bridgeville. If you are ever there and need your car worked on, that’s the place to go. It turns out that Troy Hill is the general manager of MTS Broadcasting. They have 106.3 FM The Heat, 100.9 FM Waai Country, Radio 1240 AM and, of course 107.1 The Duck. What a great guy!
Oh, by the way, Frau’s car had a bad radiator cap.
Saturday we took a short cruise on the Choptank River on a paddle wheel boat (if that’s what you call it) The Suicide Bridge restaurant has two of them. It’s called suicide Bridge because a couple people have jumped off and drowned. It’s only about 12 feet above the water. And the water isn’t very deep. You wonder how they managed. The last suicide was in 1930. They better get up to speed. They could have a contest or something. Here’s a little movie…
Hey. Pay Attention. Next week the Frau is dragging U-No-Hoo on a cruise from Baltimore all the way up to Halifax, Nova Scotia. It may be hard for me to update my blog. I’ll try. If I don’t get it done, I’ll take care of it as soon as I can.
Buddy Valentine stopped by. Hold Yer ears, folks…
Roscoe asked if I would put up the story where Effie is selling stomach pumps. It’s from 2005. There were three strips where I had to change the dialog. Things like “Suk-O-Matic” and changing “push-up bra” to “French maid outfit”. Here are the original unedited strips:
Loinfruit and I have been working on my deck all day and I have to get up early tomorrow, Sunday to drive to Newark Airport in New Jersey to pick up the Editor. Maybe if your’re in Norway you remember the Editor. Pyton Magazine? Ring a bell? Yes, he’s just as nutz now as he was back then. So this week all I have for you is this story from 1993. Who’s
June Cleaver was a very wholesome mother from a 1950s tv program, “Leave it to Beaver” She and her husband, Ward Cleaver had two sons, Wally about 13 years old, and Theodore about 8, who was called the Beaver. One time June was told Ward “Ward, you were very hard on the Beaver last night.” If you don’t understand what’s so funny about it, email me, and I’ll send you the answer in a brown paper envelope. the bigger rat? Sid or Enos?
All I did was work. Oh, I drew a little bit, but that ain’t work. That’s fun. Thank God Loinfruit came over and helped me move my old shed. What a nightmare. We had to push it uphill.I have a new, bigger shed coming tomorrow, Monday, and I had to get the old one out of there. We moved it to my driveway. Here’s Loinfruit busting his poor emaciated buns. And I do mean buns.
The new shed goes where the old shed was, and the old shed, which is 5 by 10 goes on the side of the driveway.
Laying the foundation, this is what 3 tons of crushed rock looks like.
I finally finished the foundation today.
In Trappe, Maryland there is an old used bookstore called the Unicorn. I love to go there. I took Loinfruit, who is not as illiterate as you might think.
I did manage to do some drawing this past week. I drew Saturday and a little Sunday. I like it. Arnold makes another appearance as Arnold the Geek. It was back in 1989 he first put on the the tights. But wait for it. I have a few surprises. Here he is way back when…
I was worried about this first on freaking the old ladies out. This is how I originally drew it:
I changed the dialog a tiny bit for the papers. It turned out it was a good idea. It led to more gags. Here is the replacement.
The reference to Errol Flynn had to do with his autobiography. I think that I recall that when he was a teenager his job was castrating sheep. I could be wrong.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with Siskel and Ebert, they were popular movie critics at the time.
See you next week.
By the way, this is what happens when you get a jellyfish down your pants. (Portions of the photograph have been edited in the interest of good taste)
But at least I finished my dock. Before:
Now I have to move my shed. What a pain this is turning out to be. It was set on posts in the ground, so I had to cut them off. It was really tough. I had to get jacks under it. I was doing great until it fell off the jacks. Guess what I’m going to be doing all day tomorrow.
Enough of my troubles. Back in 2008 the Porks went on a romantic second honeymoon in a little cabin in the Poconos…