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 think this was one of those they had only in Spanish and they used auto-translate. I recognize the different word order.