Broom Hilda by Russell Myers for March 29, 2010

Heck, I never look up , either.

The sky is falling! The sky is falling!

Sorry. Bad luck, Auntie Broom!

Maybe that was a 1500 year old totem pole, and Broomie is the cornerstone!!!

Look down too. Might be an open manhole.

ACK! Yukoner, you took the words out of my fingers!

Reminds me of a cartoon where the guy gives up fast food, liquor and smoking, and moves out to a desert island to get away from smog and crime –

– and Skylab falls on him.

Cartoon Physics strikes again!

In other words, Broomie, there’s no escape.

^So, are we going to see Dorothy floating down with a parachute? Or is she flattened inside that plane?

Oooh! Who gets the ruby slippers?

Poor Broomie. I’m going to look up and down from now on.

you can always expect the unexpected with aunt broomie

She was crossing the Hudson River?

“1, 2, 3, go!” (“Our Gang,” 1941)

I hit a pothole that caused my truck, 33000GVW, to go airborne for a littl and caused an oscillation that lasted about 30 seconds. It was night didn’t show up in the headlights. Had to get a new pair of FOL’s.

Broomie! You should set a better example than THAT.

I look left, right, up, down, backward, forward, and widdershins.

Don’t forget turnwise, Coyote!