Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for July 11, 2023

retired archaeologist?

Gertrude thinks that that’s a good direction for Garrison, after all he is a crack(ed) pot.

Maybe he can find a pot with a mummy’s brain in it. He could use the help.

It’s what he gets for pottering around the Wheel & Clay Tavern all day.

Not in my oven, says Gertrude.

Garrison misses his mummy.

Garrison must be out of meds again.

It’s one of those train-of-thought things.

Garrison was wondering what he could do today.

Gertrude said he could get off his a**.

He heard asp.

He thought Hey! I can make Egyptian pottery!

Maybe he could combine this with his love of Chinese food and music by the Bangles: he could Wok like an Egyptian.

Next minute it will be something else.

Looking for canopic jars, Garrison?

Good morning Balladeers!

Gertrude is thinking, Curses! By morning it will either be mummies on the loose or hieroglyphics on the wall.

Such is genius .

Not pottery Garrison, Gertrude was talking about potpourri – lavender, I recall, is her favorite…

Gertrude is considering casting Garrison in an out direction…

She: That’s nice Garrison just don’t break it…….

His favorite knock-knock joke:

Garrison: Knock-knock.

Victim: Who’s there?

G: Nostradamus.

V: Nostradamus who?

G: Hey! Let’s go for a bike ride!

Takes a good man to do that, and in spite of what his neighbours think.. Garrison is a good man

And just like pottery, they shattered on the floor.

suddenly, garrison’s eyes took on a glazed look…

Garrison unearths ideas like this often.