Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for June 27, 2019

Consider yourself lucky that you live in northern Ohio; all the cliffs are pretty small.

The majesty of Calvin takes to the air only to realize there are no pillows on the ground to break is flight.

Looks like another thing Wile E. Coyote tried…and failed.

It’s sometimes a wonder that Calvin survived this long.

Let’s go fly a kite, up to the highest high…. uh-huh

edgy!

Mean ol’ Mr. Gravity ..

Isn’t Hobbes supposed to be the voice of reason?

Almost 60 years ago the place where I grew up was out in the boonies. Right across the road that ran past our house was a huge high line tower carrying power lines to the surrounding community. I climbed up to the second tier with a blanket parachute secured to me with a rope harness. See where this is going? This was back when they used plaster for cast. My knees still remind me when the weather is damp of my foolishness. Just lucky I landed on my feet instead of my head…Funny thing. 30 years after the blanket fiasco I paid $150 to jump out of a plane. Lucky for me the parachute I had this time was a little better quality than my blanket model :-()

I used to have one of those bat kites. The string broke during recess and I watched it sail out over the harbor.

Don’t worry, those thorny bushes will break your fall!

It’s never the fall, it’s the sudden stop at the end that gets you!

…or a bigger kite.

Looks like Myfanwy on Torchwood.

I have noticed that ‘go for broke’ very often means a broken bone. Enjoy your flight little boy.

Moral of the story: Never let a tiger have a say in how high a cliff you jump off of.

I had one of those kites as a child in the ’60s.

All of the broken bones and the impending hospital stay will be so majestic too, Calvin!

Perhaps a larger kite would help.

I’m suprised Calvin hasn’t broken an arm or a leg by now.

Gosh, this is the kind of thing that my friends and I did all the time. Making rockets and bombs, BB gun fights, hunting baby gators in the swamps, pouring gasoline down a storm drain—-and lighting it, swimming where there were sharks and “stingarees”, driving little boats with big motors—-and flipping them, riding our bikes off of the ends of docks. I’m sure there were more like this, but I can’t think of them right now.

Maybe if he got some swallows, they could carry him. They do pretty good with coconuts.

I prefer being majestic in a commercial airliner.

Extinction event, imminent…

Todays strip would have been even greater in colour. Watterson would use ideas like this in his later Sunday strips when he no longer had to work to the established Sunday layout.

Flap your arms, boy!

Some of his best stuff are his dinosaurs. I’ve got a book of his Sundays which many of them are dino related and in glorious color.

I’m thinking he needed a bigger kite.

Calvin shouldn’t take pointers from Hobbes. He’ll only get deeper into the mess he’s in & he can’t blame Hobbes for that like he always does. They know better!!!