Pluggers by Rick McKee for March 17, 2024

Reminds me of that Stephen Crane poem:

’I saw a man pursuing the horizon;

Round and round they sped.

I was disturbed at this;

I accosted the man.

“It is futile,” I said,

“You can never —”

“You lie,” he cried,

And ran on.’

Not only is there a pot of gold st the end of a rainbow but also an I.R.S. agent there to collect the government’s “fair share”.

Roy G. Biv has a special fondness for rainbows. Mrs. Biv says he was her Tot of Gold.

“Bob the Squirrel " also has a Rainbow in today’s strip ! That Pot of Gold keeps moving around ;-)

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! Don’t forget to wear green.

For a Plugger, there is ’Pot-of-Gold’ at the end of the rainbow and it is what you make it.

Chasing rainbows is a fine pastime regardless of plugger status.

That’s where the Leprechauns hide…

Can’t walk that far.

An old man came upon a young girl throwing starfish back into the ocean from the beach. He said,“There are too many, you can’t save them all.” She bent down and threw another one into the ocean. “I saved that one.”

Yes you can make a difference in the world, one starfish at a time.

This,non-romantic and much too scientific, plugger knows Rainbows have no end, they are circles.

And you can’t get to any end of a partial rainbow circles because they recede and disappear as you approach (ref. Stephen Crane poetry supplied by Johnny Q).

obviously didn’t study physics

Of course, a rainbow does not have a physical end. It will recede if you walk toward it or disappear altogether. It has become the symbol of foolish quest, which often seems to get forgotten in modern use of the meme.

“…always after me lucky charms!”

Some of us Pluggers KNOW there’s no pot of gold there, but go just to see what is there, anyway,

Good luck finding the end of the rainbow!

A lot of Pluggers would want gold pot under the rainbow.

Every time I see a rainbow, that childhood thought comes to mind. That memory is the pot of gold.

You might find an ark there…At least you could a few thousand years ago.

Husband and I missed this year going to march in the St Patrick’s Day parade in the community in which our reenactment unit is located. The unit has done so since I don’t know when – long before we joined. The fellows fire their muskets as march (powder only – no musket balls). In the past I have carried the unit’s banner or the US flag or followed the fellows and picked up/returned any hats which blew off of any of them.

Following this the unit returns to our headquarters (an 18th century restored house) for, of course, corned beef dinner.

Having aged a good deal since we joined the unit – it was a bit too cold for the two of us to March in the parade – and he no longer fires his musket as it takes him too long to clean afterwards so we passed for this year.