Once while shopping for a snowboard long ago, my 14-year-old son came over to me in panic and said, “Dad, that kid who just came in knows me. Pretend you don’t.” I had a mischievous urge to point directly at him and yell, “I don’t know you, Son!” But I’d been in his shoes at nearly the same age, so I just masked my laughter and loved him all the more.
GC, please start a vintage.classics version of this strip. Today’s whacko story lines and cartoonish artwork are not for fans who have been following Gil Thorp since 1958.
Once while shopping for a snowboard long ago, my 14-year-old son came over to me in panic and said, “Dad, that kid who just came in knows me. Pretend you don’t.” I had a mischievous urge to point directly at him and yell, “I don’t know you, Son!” But I’d been in his shoes at nearly the same age, so I just masked my laughter and loved him all the more.