Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 08, 2018

I guess Cory doesn’t give a toss.

It looks like either the booze has kicked in or the medications have worn off.

Go for it, Cory. You need a good release, and noone cares about the side yard. Are you singing ♫Take this sod and shovel it?♪

Though Myrtle is eyeing you with suspicion.

And what is that in your left pocket, anyway?

Can you dig it? Dig it , Cory, dig it good!

Grazin’ in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it?

For all you young folks; in case you don’t understand: https://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/anchorman/grazinginthegrass.htm

Good morning Sheriff.

That was me about this time last year.

And the year before, come to think of it.

Not completely over it yet. :/

The final pressure that cracked him was trying to stop the darned gofers. Leading to this…“if you can’t beat them, join them” moment.

Nice shoes.

Six more feet ought to do it.

He doesn’t need to go to the golf course to make divots.

I really just dig life.

I know the feeling…………I just wish I had a side lawn. All we have there is rocks………..hey! I have an idea.

I love the way his wife is standing calmly in the window clutching her bag – maybe she is thinking about leaving?

Cory needs to either start or stop taking something.

Wait ‘til he has to shovel snow! Unless he’s one of the lucky ones!

Good morning Sheriff.

HAPPY, to answer you from the above reply to me, :-p :-p