Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for June 28, 2017

Oh, thank God! When I saw the drawing but not the caption, I thought Carl was about to do something he couldn’t take back. What does that say about me?

You’d think he’d at least use a Zippo.

Well done, Carl!

Well flip my Bic!

Well …let’s see… Sprinkling water… Lighter….

Why am I hearing “There’s a liiight… over at the Frankenstein place….”

We should all celebrate the little victories of life.

But explain to me, why someone would water their lawn so they can complain about having to cut the grass.

And then someone flushes.

I have an app for that. (The lighter bit.) Its part of the flashlight app on my phone.

Internet down this morning.

It’s going to be a long, long day today.

Home to Siletz to Yachats to Wallport to Yachats to home to Coronado Shores to home.

All except that last bit in the van.

I shall be finished when I’m finished, if you know what I mean. All in all, about 13 hours, and mileage.

Carl, you old rocker, you…

@Last Rose Of Summer… It’s not the checks or polka dots I thought was a crime yesterday. It’s the purple pants and purple socks with blue suede shoes. The orange shirt didn’t help either.

The oscillation was the trickiest part to deal with, but Carl pulled it off magnificently. I expect he’ll be setting up a table near the sidewalk to bring attention to its virtues.

Jerry, you are chock full of understated charm.

I thought ole Carl was checking for gas leaks.

And then the mic drop…er lighter drop. (not quite the same, is it?)

At least he’s got his pant inserts in nice and high and tight.