Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for October 04, 2021

He’s so stiff he must be practicing for the coffin.

No wonder. There are eyes staring at him from the window.

Roger is not exactly the life of the party. Actually he is the death of the party. Poor Edna!

Yeah, just who is outside looking in?

Are we sure that is Roger? Looks like a stuffed dummy to me… wait, Roger is a stuffed dummy…nevermind.

Roger’s HS nickname was “Porky Prig.”

When in the living room, he always sits in the same spot – so he has the best view … and gets the right amount of warmth and ventilation. (For some reason, he seems prone to shout “Bazinga!”)

She’s becoming too judgemental.

Roger doesn’t become precise until 9:00 PM. In the meantime do you have a lint roller,? Your white couch is leaving lint on my suit.

On a street where men put a sharp crease in their legs as well as their pants, that’s not surprising.

…and you stick your pinkie out when you sip your tea.

every woman’s crazy about a sharp dressed man

There’s nothing wrong with precision as long as it’s correct.

By the look on his face Roger wishes she would just shut up!!

“Roger! Roger! Over and all tucked up neatly!”

Yup.. Roger is no longer the footloose and fancy free man he was. Taking on that job in the funeral parlor required a few changes.

Snerk

He really should have fresh carnation in his lapel.

No, he’s not. You, Maryann, are just becoming slovenly and dowdy. You don’t even dress for an evening of sitting on the sofa.

Don’t be too hard on Roger, Edna. He’s not wearing a top hat so how fussy and precise is he, really?

Roger is trying for the Roger Moore James Bond look. It’s not working.