Yes, folks, I survived Hurricane Irma. I’m sorry that I missed the past few days of posting, but it couldn’t be helped. The day before, the predicted track of Irma was right over my house. Fortunately for us here in Bradenton, but unfortunatley for those toward the middle of the state, the eye actually passed 60 miles to the East. The winds only got up to about 90 mph here. We stayed with friends who had storm shutters. It was like living in a box for 24 hours. Our new house that we just bought doesn’t have shutters, and I was worrying about glass shattering. Fortunately we had very little damage around here except for trees down and power outrages. We didn’t have electricity for three days. Monday afternoon I saw the most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen. It went from water on one side to water on the other, complete. There was also a supernumerary rainbow with it. (I know all about supernumerary rainbows. The mathematics appeared in my doctoral theses. Ain’t I smart?!)
The next evening (Wednesday) we had a really beautiful sunset.
Loinfruit tells me that the Earth is a living organism. With all these storms, she’s trying to cleanse herself of her disease. (That would be us) Maybe he’s right.
OK, I missed Monday through Thursday. Here are those days from this time in 2002:
When this next one was published, gas was 4 bucks a gallon
Yes, folks, Irma has her bull’s eye plastered on my sorry butt. Lawd have mercy on li’l Buddy!
Here are my thoughts on Mr. Kim and Hurricane Irma as it bears down on me in Florida: Drop an H-bomb on Irma then tell Mr. Kim that’s what’s going to happen to him if he doesn’t behave. I oughta be President!
I messed up and published the wrong strip for today. Monday. or it might have been Friday. I’m very confused. I posted it from a motel in South Carolina. That would screw anybody up. This should have appeared last Friday. I think. Here are the Friday, Monday and then Tuesday strips in the order they should have appeared:
I had a rough week.
Yes, folks, Sid’s evil scheme to grab the spotlight comes to fruition.
I thought you might be interested. This is a photo of my family in the trailer park in Bradenton Beach, Florida in 1952. I’m the cute little kid with the dimples.
It’s rare to see a photo of my old man. He didn’t like his picture taken. He was quite hell raiser in his youth. He probably had warrants out all over the country. All over the world for that matter. He did travel around the world shortly after WWI. Did I mention that on several occasions he went to California and found work in the movie studios? This was during the silent movie times. He worked first for Fatty Arbuckle and then for Buster Keaton. He told me about watching Charlie Chaplin work. He swore that Chaplin was the funniest man who ever lived. Buster was an immensely popular vaudeville star since his childhood. He joined Fatty at Keystone Studios where they made films together. When Buster became so very popular it was decided that they would split the studio. Half the crew would stay with Fatty and the other half would work for Buster. My father had some seniority so he got to choose which studio to go with. Fatty was the long established star, so my father chose to stay with him. Then the Virginia Rappe tragedy occurred, and Fatty was finished. So was my father in Hollywood. If it hadn’t happened, who knows, I might not be here today.
Big announcement next Sunday.
Here’s a Sunday from this time of year is 1992. Black and white only. It was before I had a computer.
Greetings from Bradenton, Florida. When I was about 3 and a half my mother had this trifold cardboard thing. It was a picture of two little children in rags crossing a raging torrent over a rickety wooden footbridge in a big lightening storm. A beautiful angel was above them, guiding them across. There were three candle holders in front of the display. One time my mother even lit candles while my sister and I said our prayers. I wish I still had the damn thing.
It was my editor who wanted to change Ernie to Piranha Club. Didn’t do any good. I should have changed my name to Charles Shultz. For some reason I can’t increase the size of today’s strip. If you click on it, it might open in another window where you can enlarge it.
Btw, Irma will probably get here Saturday around midnight. The worst part is Frau Grace’s sister’s flight got cancelled, and she’s with us for another entire week. Lawd have mercy!