In West Texas, the sauce might just be more important than the chef.
Though I know Truzy is gone.
Chris, the contrast between “left” and “right” could not be more stark than in your second panel.
Two sisters who share similar, uh, “advantages,” sit side by side. The one on the right is poised, confident, and classy. The one on the left is, at best, a “hot mess.”
Damn how amazingly observant, and accurate. Was that emotional detail drawn in by the artiste or drawn out by the astute observer?
Sam is definitely the picture of poise and confidence. And the left sister is an obvious hectic mess but undeniably hot. Emphasis on hot.
Can I ask why both ladies’ knees look scuffed and abraded?
Prolly confident about “overwatch”. Still, I’d want to cue Sis About where I’d be diving for cover. I’m sure that they are on the same wavelength but probably have their antennae pointing in different directions. Speaking of which, were are Karl and Jo? Perimeter? .
She talking to some group there or maybe to us out here?
Because she definitely would not address jst Skye with “y’all”…
OT, but I love it…
It’s still there!
The years the former Marjorie Merriweather Post estate was abandoned coincided with the time my biker buds and I (street/trail bikes not cruisers) would ride over from Lake Okeechobee and camp on the beach in that area, went back and forth under Ocean Blvd onto the estate grounds several times. The “bungalow” mentioned in the story that DT built after winning a bidding battle with someone who wanted that little spit of land on the ocean side of the road wasn’t there then. It was maybe 10 feet from the sand to the top of the seawall where the tunnel was.
On another beach camping episode just a few hundred yards south of there where the sea oats are thick above the sand line and on night as black as pitch, we had the shit scared out of us when big rustling in those bushes made us think we were about to be murdered (only knives among us no firearms, we were 15-16 years old!). Dark as holy hell and one crappy flashlight finally revealed the culprits, ginormous sea turtles, a whole brace of them, were simultaneously making their way back down the beach to their ocean home after laying their eggs in those sea oats.
Great memory of that, and thanks to Trump and Mar A Lago, that tunnel memory too which I figured had been filled in/closed off or whatever long ago. If you get a chance to drive down past the big house on the right headed south, be sure to note the little (but very elaborate) one on the left, and think of JTC and his teenage motorcycle madness riding back and forth right underneath that little two-lane oceanfront road. And be sure to take a detour down Worth Ave. too, it’s right before Mar A Lago, and a pretty surreal place and experience.
For that special someone
Ugh. Just because you could does not mean you should…
The perfect accessory if you have Dress Circle tickets for opening night at the theater or opera. It would complement Sam’s dress nicely. Does anyone else remember her comment about the dress Zed bought her: “Now I have absolutely nothing to wear to the opera.”
A must have accessory if you intend to go Christmas shopping on the (formerly) Magnificent Mile in Chicago, assuming there are any stores left there.
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