Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for August 12, 2010

Hope that ceiling fixture is well anchored…

you go girl!

That looks like fun!

Oh, the Zumanity!

Good thing I’m the only one in the office today because they’d think I’m crazy for laughing out loud at this one.

Connie and Katie always competed for top honors as gymnasts at Ballard Street high. Connie went on to Ballard Street JC, and auditioned for the Cirque de Soleil, but instead of accepting their offer, she married the love of her life, the incomparable Clifford. Nevertheless, she sometimes reminisces about how her life might have turned out differently

Another upside down Ballard woman! Connie looks pretty good at the acrobatic stuff, as long as the chandelier is well mounted. But Carl can’t stop stuffing his face long enough to give her the appreciation she deserves. Connie, give it a final triple twist, and a dismount! That will get his attention!

Cleo, if Claude tries to drive, you have my permission to bite him! It’s for his own good. He may even thank you later (but don’t count on it).

Claude is herding out on a cur gent mission:

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy

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Don’t you worry, Cleo: Claude will take a seat on the porch bench and curse profoundly because it won’t start. Then, he’ll fall asleep.

Love is blind.

Looks are deceiving.

Hi, everybody…

Just thought I should warn you… if you happen to be in Cleveland today…

stay off the streets!

Or at least, first take a look at the August 12th  2020 “CLEO and COMPANY” on Sherpa…

Then you’ll know what to look for, just in case Claude manages to remember and follow all the steps to getting in the car and starting it.

He may not, though…

It’s not as easy as it looks, when you’re even slightly incapacitated…

Actions we take for granted because they’re embedded in reflex and muscle memory become new challenges when that access is cut off.

It’s sadly true for anyone with a brain injury… and self-inflicted by your local drunk.

I’ve always thought car keys shouldn’t be reversible…

if you had to know which way to insert them it would cut down at least a little on drunk driving.

I used to talk to someone on the phone while he was the night manager of a gas station.

One night he handed the bathroom key to a rather drunk fellow .

We hung up, so he could call the police, to prevent him from driving away.

When they arrived, the drunk guy still hadn’t come back.

The bathroom was locked… so my friend opened it with another key.

Apparently the guy had managed to unlock the outside door….

but couldn’t figure out the sliding latch, to get out of his stall.

He didn’t crawl under the door… he sat there singing to himself…

perfectly chipper, even as the nice policemen put him in their car for a ride.

A few years later, I was taking some new medication … and had an appointment with my doctor.

She looked at me closely and asked whether it was making me “drowsy” … but she meant “goofy.”

I realised it was because of my mismatched socks.

I had a bag of maybe six pairs… same socks in different bright colors.

I liked wearing two different colors… but she never believed me.

Hey Nighthawks. Thanks for telling us that was an ice cube tray. If not for your helpful text box and arrow we might have mistaken it for a ’57 Studebaker.

Bottoms up!

…what?…

Today’s installment of C&C answers the age old question…..

Boxers or Briefs?

Good morning Balladeers, (((((Plods))))) and Miss Susan.

Gee Connie, I never would have guessed!

Happy, I love your avatar of Sweetheart! She’s aptly named because she is so sweet!

“Headwear store”?

Clara and Cleo need to post a picture of Claude to show drivers what to watch out for…….and to show Claude that he wasn’t so fine.

I’m sure there’s a story behind the ice cube tray…

Has Clara been taking some of that medicine? If she is asking if Claude is going to the headware store, did she take some of his instead of hers?