He had left the tackle shop with feathers for new flies. The thoughts of wading in a peaceful river casting for trout were rudely interrupted when his truck’s drive shaft seized and ripped his transmission to pieces.
Meanwhile, at a humble abode across the Metroplex, the Atomic Floozy was unaware of her son’s calamity as she endured day four of an incessant beeping coming from her refrigerator while waiting for the return of a repairman who wouldn’t return until the next day….
Arrgh! “When it rains, it pours” is an old advertising slogan for Morton Salt which has come to be associated with runs of luck, good or bad. My poor bank account will take weeks to recover. Meanwhile, I had to use the money I had set aside to attend this year’s Texicon. So there will be no Atomic Floozy running award winning games this year.
Well, there is a silver lining. I get to spend the time I have scheduled off to catch up on my writing.
(The first comic is by Bill Ward & the second one is by Roberto Baldazini. Both men were great graphic artists with unique styles.)