24 Years Ago Today #2

 

 

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24 Years Ago Today #1

This week I’m posting the gags that appeared following the comic strip that appeared yesterday. By the way, I’m finally close to getting out my next collection. It’s the daily strips from 1995 and 1996. There’s some stuff in there that I really enjoyed writing and drawing. Not everyone was pleased. Stay tuned…

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Fourth of July

Frau Grace and I walked down to the marina close by to try to catch the fireworks in downtown Bradenton. That’s a few miles up the Manatee River. Before they started we got chased away by a coming storm. But no fireworks can match the show put on by Mom Nature…

That island that you might pick out on the horizon is Egmont Key. It’s the tiny one to the right of the flag. The land on the left is Anna Maria Island where I grew up. I spent many hours on Egmont in my youth. It’s the site of a big gun emplacement which was built during the Spanish American War to guard the entrance to Tampa Bay. It was quite something when I was young. Brick roads across the island, large bunkers which, I’m pretty sure, were there as shelter for the military personnel and to store ammunition and other supplies. People would take bricks home as souvenirs. Lots of gopher turtles. Gopher turtles are big tortoises, about a foot long. They dig long, deep burrows in the sand which they often share with rattlesnakes. Now days the elevated gun emplacements are about a hundred meters or so offshore due to beach erosion. When I was a kid they were on the shore, elevated on the mounds about 15 feet high. Like an old fort. The Island is still pretty pristine with sea turtles nesting on the beach. There is a station toward the north end where the incoming cargo ships heading for the Port of Tampa pick up pilots.

When I was a kid I grew up on the water. One thing I can’t do and never could do is catch fish. I’ve been with people hauling them in dozens at a time, and I just sit there checking my bait. I’m a total failure when it comes to catching a fish. This Sunday strip is from July of 1993. Sorry, it’s before I had a computer to color my comics.

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Moo. Or whatever they say. 12

 

 

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Something got screwed up. I’m posting the last few days. Sorry.

 

 

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