Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 06, 2017

Ted seems to have a powerful kick.

Ted’s almost used to Ralph splitting his pants, except that today Ralph went commando.

Ralph just retired today, and is rubbing in the fact that Ted still has 5 more years to go.

As are we all, Ted.

I really really really don’t want to know exactly what seems to be falling from Ralph’s…um….

let’s just say “falling from Ralph”, OK?

…. and splashing ever so lightly on the door mat.

Nor am I going stop hoping (intensely) that those are just comic strip “motion lines” coming from the vicinity of his socks.

Some people just always have to get a leg up on someone. And for the over-achievers, two legs up.

Boy, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a door-to-door no-rip pants salesman.

Ted sees that this guy is a real drip…

Ralph is remarkably spry for a gent his age.

Uh Ralph, your fly is open.

He had to split.

…just close it.

Whenever Ralph wears that power tie, he feels like Jean Claude Van-Damme.

Like Pete said: “That don’t make no sense”.

“I can’t… control… my pants!”

Up Date: Madame Beviek is on her way to Israel this week, and they are moving from a small town to a tiny town, Her mom is doing well, sort of, and she sends hi’s to all.

I think that is Rand Paul’s house.

As a salesman, Ralph was always trying new ways to get a customer’s attention.