I collect berries, mash them, strain them, take their juice and make jelly, and then give away little jars of jelly to my friends. I have fewer and fewer friends.
Before I retired, I would on occasion send “Ballard Street” to one of my co-workers, and we would try to delve into the mind of the artist, trying to figure out which came first—the drawing or the caption? Today’s offering would have been fodder for a week’s worth of arguing. Thank you for the memory.
This is one where, after ten minutes or so of thought and another ten minutes of sober reflection, I realize that sometimes I spend too much time trying to figure out the comics.
The original spokesman for Grey Poupon.