The icon I drew years ago to represent me really does so this morning. Thank you, Mr. Boreman, for this delightful strip; the tear is for me, not LDL — bless him, he’s home!
For those of us “older than dirt,” we well remember Skippy. My all-time favorite recollection of this kid was his muttering under his breath after some order from Mom, “I willn’t.” My own Mom had a heckuva time convincing me I was definitely not to follow suit.
The icon I drew years ago to represent me really does so this morning. Thank you, Mr. Boreman, for this delightful strip; the tear is for me, not LDL — bless him, he’s home!