Hey, I’m ready to return to Killebrew days. We can bring back a younger Walt and Skeezix, and even resurrect Phyllis.
Lincoln once defended a man who had killed another man’s dog with a pitchfork and claimed self-defense.
When Lincoln examined the plaintiff, he said, “The defendant killed your dog to defend himself from the attack. That is why he used the pitchfork.”
The plaintiff answered, “Why did he not come after my dog with the other end of the pitchfork?”
Lincoln responded, “Why did your dog not come after the defendant with his other end?”
It’s kind of like Americans overseas celebrating the Battle of the Alamo, and calling it an American holiday.
Walt helped set this picture up because he was actually there.
Okay, I’m glad it only took you twelve years to read it
I’m impressed that it only took you twelve years to come up with that rejoinder. Well done!
Jim missed his chance a year or two ago. When Skeezix took him to the Old Comics Home, we thought he would stay there. I even remember one glorious moment when I thought he was about to be reunited with Phyllis. But then the strip turned to a lower level, and went for some short gags, and he just went home.
I really thought Jim was going to give him a classy exit, and I admit I didn’t want him to — just — die like Phyllis had done. It would have been a nice way to say good-bye.
The weakest link in our current medical hierarchy is the person at the desk; the one who manages appointments and is in charge of billing. I have even switched cities one time to get away from the clueless gatekeepers.
I remember hearing about an anti-smoking group that was formed in the 1960s. They were going to call themselves the “League to Save Mankind from Tobacco.” Then they noticed the initials.
I came here to say the same thing. So sick of these buffoons.