I think Herb knows perfectly well that he put his own hat on that hydrant!
He’s a playful, friendly fellow, in the true spirit of Ballard street… and a darn nice guy.
Nothing wrong with that!
Who says he’s late to work?
Maybe he leaves home at seven, to have time to talk to the hydrants, play with the dogs, and sing with the birdies…
Oh yeah… And smell the roses.
This isn’t Chicago or Kansas City or Manhattan…
Well, true, Ballard Street runs through all of them, and through your neighborhood too.
But we escape from the rules we live with, and from negativity and judgement, by taking a happy walk down these sidewalks instead.
Enjoy the zany antics of your Ballard street neighbors, both the humans in the forums and the toons in the strips: human, canine, simian and otherwise.
I think Herb knows perfectly well that he put his own hat on that hydrant!
He’s a playful, friendly fellow, in the true spirit of Ballard street… and a darn nice guy.
Nothing wrong with that!
Who says he’s late to work?
Maybe he leaves home at seven, to have time to talk to the hydrants, play with the dogs, and sing with the birdies…
Oh yeah… And smell the roses.
This isn’t Chicago or Kansas City or Manhattan…
Well, true, Ballard Street runs through all of them, and through your neighborhood too.
But we escape from the rules we live with, and from negativity and judgement, by taking a happy walk down these sidewalks instead.
Instead of labeling them, UN-label yourself…
Instead of judging them…
breathe in the heady air of freedom.