Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for February 01, 2024

…face down in a snowbank out back the Drew Drop Inn.

I thought people in small towns helped people in distress.

Honey’s hair is long in the back

Why is she bothering?

Where are they where they call a bar a “taproom”?

We have a bar in town named Dew Drop Inn – been around for years. Ironically, it’s across the street from a funeral home.

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I went as far as I could, and when I stopped the car

It was right in front of this little bar

Kind of a redneck-lookin’ joint called the Dew Drop Inn

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Charlie Daniels

Ow, this one has gone dark on the heels of a huge tragedy we had last year.

Christmas Eve an underage kid celebrating end of his first term in college, was served by a bar in the small town near us. He got so plastered he was found passed out on the floor in the bathroom after bar close. His friends thought he’d left, so they’d already left. The bar pitched him out into 20 below zero weather and a polar wind, wearing just a sweatshirt. Didn’t call him a ride or anything.

Parents woke up Christmas morning and found he hadn’t come home. His friends fessed up where they’s been. His wallet and keys were found nearby, his car still parked.

Massive searches were organized on Christmas, and the next day and the next. Nothing. The police finally got enough door cam video to partially track him that night and see he made a wrong turn not far from his home.

But the videos didn’t show where he went, and for a day they were looking near the last sighting. It turned out over the night he had wandered around for five miles through town, even crossing the 4 lane highway by an industrial park.

It was some days and an aerial search finally spying some tracks, before they finally found his body, well off the road, in a field far from any houses, huddled in a small copse of trees.

The bar tried to duck all responsibility, did get charged, but got a slap on the wrist, and is still open, even though it was known before this they had a rep for serving minors. But hey, it’s a popular party bar… eye-roll.

So anyway, just a cautionary/sad tale. I realize this is just a comic. Just a “hey, let’s be careful out there.”

“I was taking a trip out to L.A.​

Tooling along in my Chevrolet

Tokin’ on a number and diggin’ on the radio

Just as I crossed the Mississippi line

I heard that highway start to whine

And I knew that left rear tire was about to go

Well the spare was flat and I got uptight

‘Cause there wasn’t a filling station in sight

So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim

I went as far as I could, and when I stopped the car

It was right in front of this little bar

Kind of a redneck-lookin’ joint called the Dew Drop Inn."

Charlie Daniels Band, Uneasy Rider

C**n Rapids and now the Dew Drop Inn in Brooklyn Center. Duke is in MN?

NEXT WEEK: Duke goes into rehab.

Stay inside, Honey, and he’ll stagger back in eventually.

Follow the next ambulance.

Love that she refers to him as “Sir.” Some guy similar to Duke often makes up lauditory quotes about himself, in which those quoted always refer to him as “Sir.”

It is Duke he would not his mother!

Well since he can survive anything, she is bound to find him alive.

Face down in the street with a gun in his hand – In The Ghetto

I never cared for Duke or thought he was funny. I know he’s supposed to represent a certain type of person and a certain way of life. I guess that’s why I don’t like him. I’m not supposed to.

Well, seeing as you’re a Premium Member of this comic, I guess we might forgive your peculiarities. Go in peace.

And thanks for your support.