Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for June 30, 2015

“I went to No Fish-Slapping Bears Camp Blisshaven and all I got was some weird new kid and this t-shirt.”

well you could have at least said hi to the new stranger. who knows, you could possibly have something in common

All of those of you who were the Strange New Kid…….We should start a club!Made me feel better knowing i wasn’t the only one. My husband went to one grammar school and one High School and he is still friends with a bunch of his classmates. His best friend from the 3rd grade plays golf with him every Monday. I made sure my kids stayed put!

Life’s full of disappointments, kid. Get used to it.

As our high school Class of ‘53 has aged, we (what’s left of us) seem to be getting closer and closer. My husband, who was one year ahead of us, has become best friends with a man he barely knew before the past few years, A woman in the class serves as a clearinghouse for reports of illnesses and death, and we send each other condolence messages. We have annual holiday parties. Even a group from my middle school periodically meets at a restaurant.

The weird new stranger kid is named “Sophie.” Remember from the last time around?

Last time I saw a fish slappin’ bear was in the Pacific NW

Alice should have said hi to the new kid. I’ll bet she knows all about fish slapping bears.

Poor Alice. The flagrant injustice! I’ve a good mind to write a very sternly-worded letter.

It has to be a Gorey Story.