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1. about 14 hours ago on Red and Rover

   Will they run into Snoopy while they’re there?

2. 1 day ago on Fred Basset

   Fred has an interesting crew to hang out with.

   This is a fun strip to read…Fred is a very different dog from my other favorite dog strip, “Red and Rover.”

   Rover is the devoted friend of second-grader Red and they can talk to each other, and they do kid stuff.

   Fred is a thoughtful intellectual who interacts with his pals and his family, but he mostly addresses the reader in a humorous yet analytical tone.

   I like them both.

3. 1 day ago on Red and Rover

   My daughter rode school buses to go to and from Camp Watershed, our day camp in the mountains. Everybody would fall asleep on the bus coming back. Every day.

   I asked her about this, and she said, “Oh, yes, it’s a Camp Watershed tradition.”

   I asked her, “What are the other Camp Watershed traditions?”

   She thought for a minute and said, “Every year, Nikki sees two rats, and every year, there’s a bear scare.”

4. 4 days ago on Red and Rover

   I’m 62, but I feel like Red…

5. 6 days ago on Peanuts

   “Open the Pod Bay doors, Charlie Brown….”

6. 6 days ago on Luann

   Most of the universities in my city are public, and do indeed have their own police forces with real cops and full arrest powers.

7. 8 days ago on Luann

   A few months later, some of my pals and I went down to the laundry room with our OUIJA Board to contact the spirit of the dead gangbanger, to see if he had left any money lying around. We were, of course, drunk.

   We did not reach the gangbanger. I’m told we reached the spirit of the late Tsar Boris III of Bulgaria, who took his nation into World War II on the side of Hitler, and died under mysterious circumstances.

   He told us to “leave him alone.”

   Or so he said. I was drunk.

8. 8 days ago on Luann

   In my day at NYU, they had rent-a-cops. Security guards who made regular walks down each hall.

   They had to put their key in a clock to note they were in each hall.

   However, this was 1980-1984, and these guys were Korea and WW2 vets in pre- or post-retirement jobs, and not very energetic. People from outside NYU could get into frat parties by offering the guard a bottle of Scotch and asking him “What did you do in the Big War, Joe?”

   Joe would smile, take a nip, put the bottle in his desk drawer, and say, “I saw all the action…and then I got into combat!” Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. After a few stories of that “ugly hooker in Manila” or that encounter with a Tiger tank in the Ardennes, they’d say, “You’re a good kid, go right in.”

   However, an Asian-based fraternity was separately required by competing Chinatown gangs to be admitted to their party in a dormitory. When they discovered each other was present, they adjourned from the buffet, music, and dancing to the laundry room to settle the territorial dispute.

   With firearms. (I do not want to start a debate on the Second Amendment her, so I will just move along.)

   They shot one gangbanger, and the rent-a-cops pleaded with them to “be a good boy! Drop the gun!”

   The NYPD ESU arrived in short order, stormed the laundry, and hauled off the gangbangers. Security got shaken up.

9. 8 days ago on Peanuts

   Every once in a while, Charlie Brown does win. Not often, but every once in a while.

   It’s good to see.

10. 8 days ago on Peanuts

    Let me know which they are…I’ll go there next time I’m in Philadelphia.