Help!!!

This past week the Frau and I have been moving into our new house in Bradenton, Florida. On top of that, Verizon, who has done my email for years, has decided to get out of the email business. So all my emails are screwed up. I’ll get a new email server this week, but until then my piranhaclub@verizon.net is NG. (That means No Good) I’ll straighten it out this coming week as I have time. And also, for some reason, my computer doesn’t want to communicate with my IPhone. So stuff I wanted to post won’t transfer.  I’ve had a hell of a time getting my cell phone to work at my new house. No Service. I had to buy a device that AT&T calls “Boost”  ($150) in order to connect to some satellite. What a rip. But give me a couple days to get things straightened out. I apologize.  Meantime, here’s a Sunday from this time  of year back in  2004. Earl needs his fish bowl cleaned…

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Lock me up, Warden!

Lorton Prison about 25 miles south of Washington DC is where the District used to send it’s convicts. About ten years ago it was decommissioned and turned into artists’ studios. Not just visual arts, but also performing arts. If I remember correctly it was started as a tent camp in the 1880s. Back then it was an honor system. No jails, no bars. They had their own factories,  gardens and dairy, and the excess produce they sold back to Washington. As the years progressed, it became more restrictive and more like a prison. It had a big fence and guard towers around it. Here’s what it looks like now:

Each of those brick buildings was a dormitory. But they had special “punishment cells”.As I said they had their own industries, one of which was…..making license plates. During the nineteen teens, it was where they sent the Suffragettes. They have a nice little museum there. Here’s what happened when those naughty suffragettes went on a hunger strike:

Yep, a tube down the old nose.

But the joint is now mainly artists studios:

They exhibit their paintings…Which are for sale, as well glassware,

fabrics,

And pottery and jewelry and just about anything you could think of. Here is the studio of a Chinese brush artist whose work I particularly admired:

My favorite part of the prison was the nose feeding dummies. If you’re ever in the area and have time, check it out.

Enough of tat. Here’s a Sunday strip from 1993. It was before I colored the Sundays on my computer, so all I have is the black and white. Ernie always had trouble with Doris’ cat. This was before he and I shaved off our moustaches.

 

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