Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for July 08, 2017

The last of the red hot incandescent bulb lovers.

In a few years no one will get this comic.

Meanwhile, J.J., I applaud your beastly struggles.

Isn’t J.J. Mist’s pen name? Must be, looks just like him.

J.J. could have a nice cold beer if he wasn’t a methodist.

J.J. should just come to Santa Rosa, and sit at an outdoor table in a local cafe, where he could write this stuff from actual experience.

108° Friday…. today, for me, as I write this….

and 96° forecast for Saturday.

Better yet… I’ll send him our weather, and take his for the day….

Dunno where he is, or what it’s like…

but if he needs that lamp to be warm, I’ll trade!

Only for the day, though….

Most of the time we have pretty great weather, compared to other places.

That’s our J.J. There’s a madness to his method.

it’s not the heat…it is the humidity.

“A chill suddenly came over the land.” I wrote that from the freezer. It works!

“Forced to write left-handed as I shielded my eyes from the Sun with my right hand.”