Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for October 07, 2009

Most blessings are mixed. Some more mixed than others…

Look at yourself in the mirror behind the bar, Steverino! You’re a mess [as always]….

I think hitting him with a court order for child support would have been more satisfying.

Wow! It took her all those years and a class reunion to realize what Dallas did to her at Cupid Point in his Vega Love-Wagon. That’s Amazing.

Why would anyone even get into a Vega. That’s a total lack of self-esteem right there.

a suppressed memory? :-D

The mind tends to block out truly traumatic experiences.

serving up a dish of cold revenge

hi Doc submarine races. now there’s a blast from the past!

oh yes, i remember it well.

Betting he didn’t get to feel much in the old Lovewagon either.

Doctor Toon, Long Island Sound was a great place to observe the races and with the sub base just up the coast, there might have actually been one sliding by at any time.

The ‘63 Impala definitely had it all over the Vega for maneuvering room.

Hey, some of us could only afford a Vega wagon in those days. And the only thing you could trade a used Vega for was another used Vega. The first was the two-door wagon, the second was a red GT. When you revved it up and popped the clutch, nothing happened. We finally traded it in for A Subaru wagon, but we sure didn’t get much for it. I’m not sure we didn’t have to pay them to take it.

Mine was a ‘54 Chevy Bel Air. It’s slowness was exceeded only by its ugliness. But tons of room inside for a party, if you could talk her into it.

So that’s the key to being a successful rogue: Novocaine in just the right places, and keeping an eye on where her knee is. 8)

Steve looked just like Bill the Cat in the last panel!! Where is Bill, BTW?

The best venue for submarine race watching was in the back of a ‘51 Pontiac hearse I had in the mid ’60s. It sure rode smooth too.