At least according to the robins in my yard. Here it is the middle of winter and the robins are already back. They have got to be the stupidest birds on the planet. When I was a kid in Florida, the robins used to winter on my island. They would eat the fermented palm berries and get stinking drunk. They’d be falling over and walking into things. Very funny. They probably come north to sober up.
I had to get a big box of pictures out of Frau grace’s closet. By the way, she’s still in Florida with her dad. Loinfruit and I are flying down tomorrow. Her 95 year old dad isn’t doing well. I’ll stay down there for the duration, so forgive me if I’m not good at answering your emails. Here’s her closet after I found the big box of pictures.
Please notice that the closet is absolutely crammed to the top even after I took out all that stuff on the floor. We also have a ten by ten storage unit, a five by eight storage unit, a ten by twelve Pod and an attic all stuffed with junk. And her clothes are stacked all over the house. God help me. As soon as things in Florida are resolved I’m buying a new house. I’ll keep this one so she has a place to keep her treasures. Don’t tell her I said that.
Just for a change of pace, Here’s a few single panel cartoons I drew about 30 years ago or so. If you don’t know, I started out drawing gag cartoons for magazines. I was pretty good at it. This first on is for Constance M. in Japan:
I did a lot of science related gags. That comes from my background in physics before I started drawing.
You had to be there to appreciate that one. I believe that all the equations on the board are authentic.
I got back from Orlando last Wednesday. Thank you to all of you who wished us the best. Frau Grace is still in Orlando caring for her father. His condition hasn’t changed much. I had to get back to catch up I lost a month’s worth of work. I’m very happy to be back in the harness again. I just finished two weeks worth of dailies, Arnoldine’s prom. I’ll publish it in May.
Some winter, huh? Here it is the beginning of January and the crocuses are coming up…
And check the high tide. This is my neighbor’s shed and dock. The only time I’ve seen a higher tide was Hurricane Isabel.
A reader asked me about an old Sunday. He didn’t leave his name. That just goes to show you that my readers are smart.
I have been looking for a comic I vaguely remember from your Ernie strip.
It had Effie in it and the punchline was es o se k es? or something like that.
What I do remember was that my wife and I laughed about it for days.
Would it be possible for you to send it to me or post it on your web site?
If not then thanks anyway for all of the laughs. I still really enjoy your work.
Well, here it is from 1993. along with four others from the same year. That was before I got my first computer, so I don’t have the color files for them. We used to overlay an acetate sheet on the drawing and put little numbers in the closed contours. What a pain that was. Of course my assistant (Frau Grace) did all the work. Now it’s so easy with Photoshop. You pick a color and click on the inside of a closed contour, and it’s done. Kind of. There’s other stuff too, but its so much faster and easier. I can’t imagine how in the very early days even the drawings had to be engraved on plates by hand. Don’t y0ou love technology? Back then I even drew title panels for each Sunday strip.
Here’s the requested strip:
This next one never appeared. Something about sticking your finger up a cat’s butt that didn’t fly. When I was a little kid in I lived in a little village just outside of Chester called Village Green. I lived on Knowlton Road. Two houses down was the Hennike family. There were five girls, and the youngest was a boy they called Skipper. He was about three. He said to my sister one time “Do you want to see me stick my finger up that cat’s ass?” Of course she said “Yes” and he did. I wonder what happened to that kid.And I think this last one is my favorite of all time:
Whoa! I just checked. Its 5 pm. the tide peaked at 4:50, at 1.56 feet. Wow. I had to secure my neighbor’s boat. The water on his dock was half way up to my knees and mighty cold.My other neighbor’s dock was under too.Even my dock, which is the highest was partly under. See my crappy boat? This spring I’m giving the damn piece of junt to the Maritime Museum in St. Michaels.
The situation continues with Frau Grace’s father. I had to drive back to the Chesapeake on Christmas day to register my new (used) Chrysler. Boy do I love this car. The first car I owned was a 54 Pontiac. I was 17. It threw a rod in Warrior, Alabama. I had to take a bus back home. Then I bought a 58 Plymouth. What a piece of junk. Then I bought another car, I forgot what it was. I liked it a lot, but I sold it because my girlfriend at the time had a cadillac. Next was a brand new…. wait for it… 65 Corvair. Ralph Nader was right. Worst car ever made. After that I bought an Austin Healey 3000, mach 1. Loved it, but it was so old it kept breaking down. As a matter of fact that’s why I married Frau Grace. It stopped running one night when I was sleeping over, so I moved in. Then I bought and old 69 Mercury Marquis convertable. Big black land yacht. Beautiful car, but I didn’t have any money to keep it running. I had an old T-Bird , the sedan, not the sports car, I think I might have had a couple more back then, but I forget. 25 years ago I bought a Dodge Caravan. I loed that one. Frau Grace’s dad gave me two old Chryslers (junk) and then his 99 Continental. That was a good car. I just gave it to the Salvation Army last September. I’m going to give my 98 Sebring to the Salvation Army as well. Last week I reported that car theives had trashed it.Have a 2000 Ford Ranger. I’ve had that for 8 years or so. But I really love the 2013 Chrysler 300 that I just bought. When I get a chance I’ll go through my old photos and see if I can find some car photos.
Enough of that. Here’s a collection of New Years strips from 1990 through 2000.
I’m back in my old home town, Bradenton Forida. I was in Orlando all last week. Frau Grace stayed there to look after her dad who broke his hip. He’s 95. Whew!
You know, all my cars are old. I gave the 99 Lincoln to the Salvation Army last September. Frau Grace’s Sebring Convertible is a 98 and my Ford Ranger is a 2000. So I bought a car last week in Orlando. It’s 2013 Chrysler 300. 13000 miles, sale price was $23000. What a beautiful car. And it was so easy. We stopped in at Car Max. It’s so easy. I’ll never buy a car anywhere else. We walked in, asked what kind of 300’s they had, they had two with about 13000 miles, took one for a test drive, they checked my credit rating (Believe it or not people trust me), they financed at 1.95%, nothing down, first payment in 45 days, I drove it off the lot in two hours. Amazing, considering the hell you usually go through when you buy a car. And what a beautiful car. Big,very solid, beautiful ride, great mileage and power, loaded with electronic gadgets. It’s what you call an old man csr. Just what I need. I love it. Especially considering the junk heaps I usually drive around in. In don’t know why people prefer foreign cars to a big Chrysler. You rarely see one on the highway.
Last night I was in Gulfport watching the Christmas boat parade from My cousin Al’s Sister’s Condo. . (Al lives in Bradenton) It’s almost Christmas, and I haven’t bought the first gift. Except for my favorite person, of course. (Me) (New car) So here are four old Christmas Sundays, 2000-2003.