Igrayne doesn't seem to have had much to say about the sudden dispatching of her baby. I suspect most women would be somewhat upset if their brand new Little Person suddenly vanished into the ether. This may be a clue as to which gender created the Arthurian cycle of stories.
It's fall again. I can tell, because my Peanuts wall calendar is beginning to feature a lot of strips in which the evil Lucy tricks Charlie Brown into trying to kick a football. Can Snoopy's hockey games in the frozen-over birdbath be far behind?
Where are you, Charles Schulz? Watching a hockey game with Elvis and Marylin? Trading sketches with Walt Kelly?
It's football season. If you need some football, but don't feel like getting flattened by enemy panzer tackles, here are some chocolate footballs. If you've read a lot of Jean-Paul Sartre, you'd probably rather watch soccer games, aka football, so here are some chocolate soccer balls.
And if you like Westerns, here's a picture of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans.
Happy trails to you....
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