Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for September 03, 1995

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Duke: Boy...this takes me back... Earl: To what, dad? Duke: To my first really serious fist fight. Vendor: Hot dogs! Hot dogs here! Duke: Yo! Two over here! Earl: Hey, number 5! You stink! Duke: You tell him, son! Earl: Go, Boomer, go! Duke: Dig it out! Dig it out! Duke/Earl: Oh, nooo! Earl: You bum! You bum! Duke: You're a loser, Boomer! A big loser! Earl: Dad, can I have another beer? Duke: No. We're out of money. Of all the summertime rituals... That bond a father to a son... On the edge of young manhood... None is so sweet... So affectionately held in memory... As his first day at the track.