The guy in the Wildman’s organics booth looks familiar. Actually, he reminds me of a Mennonite, for some reason.
Whoever does the weekday colours for this site didn’t bother to read today’s strip, even though it almost certainly was available to them. Otherwise, the would never have coloured yellow flames onto the “purple flame head rag.” I’m guess that it still won’t be purple in any upcoming weekday strips that Ty might appear in.
Anyway, just by looking frustrated and not identifying himself as police, Sam has acquired a valuable lead. If Ty did go back to the commune for lunch, Sam should be able to track him down — at least when he finds out where this “commune” is. Sam even found out Ty’s name.
Sam got the tip of a lifetime. Is police work always this easy ? I hope that guy isn’t one of Ty’s customers because he will be looking for a new place to shop after Sam gets done.
“Dang”? “Darn it”? Sam needs to watch those D-bombs before he gets the whole strip suspended. Know he’s wicked stressed, though— he went right for another toothpick fix.
Commune? Within walking distance of a city park? Located perhaps…in another park?…in a city alley?…an abandoned building in the warehouse district (we’ve been there quite a bit recently)? What is this, Occupy Tracyville?
Is this the point where things start to make little sense?
One thing is a mystery to me, how does an organics market conduct business with a light snowfall taking place? Aren’t they concerned about their products getting frost bite?
Mr. Wildman seems like a veteran at this outdoors market, which probably runs once a week (when I was living overseas, such markets were commonplace throughout the large city, on different weekdays in different neighborhoods; the one in my neighborhood ran half a day—as was typical—on Friday mornings, so it was known locally simply as “Friday market,” where one could buy almost anything for the house, especially a wide range of fresh veggies of all kinds and fresh fish, but also cleaning products and items of clothing for babies or even men’s or women’s underwear—all open air and pretty much year round, as the local climate allowed). So it is no surprise he recognizes Sam’s description as being of a locally-seen regular, Ty. Where Ty’s commune is located is not so clear, though apparently it is nearby. Sam (last panel) seems somewhat disgusted at the thought of having to deal with commune-ists….
Pequod almost 4 years ago
Ty makes haste as Sam gives chase. The dealer’s on the move
Headed to the commune now where freak folk chill and groove.
I lived in a commune once. There was no blow or smack
Organic veggies. Till the soil. Get thyself on track.
Back to nature takes much work. No picnic off the grid
Drop the baggage. Lose the stress. Bad attitude be rid.
Plant and water. Tend and care. Harvest can’t be rushed
No screens, devices, or headphones. Dissonance is hushed.
All communes are not the same. Beware the cultish boss
Fibs and lies. Mendacity. The truth gets a fast toss.
Brian Premium Member almost 4 years ago
“Commune?! A Commune killed my brother. Time for payback!!”
Neil Wick almost 4 years ago
Peace and love™, organitarians! (or organivores?)
The guy in the Wildman’s organics booth looks familiar. Actually, he reminds me of a Mennonite, for some reason.
Whoever does the weekday colours for this site didn’t bother to read today’s strip, even though it almost certainly was available to them. Otherwise, the would never have coloured yellow flames onto the “purple flame head rag.” I’m guess that it still won’t be purple in any upcoming weekday strips that Ty might appear in.
Anyway, just by looking frustrated and not identifying himself as police, Sam has acquired a valuable lead. If Ty did go back to the commune for lunch, Sam should be able to track him down — at least when he finds out where this “commune” is. Sam even found out Ty’s name.
avenger09 almost 4 years ago
Ty is a well known guy
Give him a chance he’ll get you sky high
A sneaky fellow he runs like a rabbit
Hopping to those he helps form a habit
Fuzz on his trail so the game is afoot
Gives them the slip he thinks it’s a hoot
Tomorrow who knows it may come crashing down
But no matter the end he won’t wear a frown
Johnny Q Premium Member almost 4 years ago
In that last panel Sam bears a certain resemblance to Nixon!
Gweedo -it's legal here- Murray almost 4 years ago
Though foot and hoot are spelled similar they don’t pronounce the same. I’ll give it a pass, for a little bag of grass.
Like !
Gweedo -it's legal here- Murray almost 4 years ago
Good morning™, unwitting informers !
Sam got the tip of a lifetime. Is police work always this easy ? I hope that guy isn’t one of Ty’s customers because he will be looking for a new place to shop after Sam gets done.
flashdrive1988 almost 4 years ago
Welcome to Woodstock, New York, Sam.
iggyman almost 4 years ago
Strip is well presented today!
Trespassers W almost 4 years ago
“Commune?” {pause} “Lunch!” Off to the donut place for Sam!
ERBEN2 almost 4 years ago
WOW ! The images are just great again . And I just love the way SAM’s hat is depicted . And it’s getting a little weird , isn’t it ?
Batster almost 4 years ago
“Dang”? “Darn it”? Sam needs to watch those D-bombs before he gets the whole strip suspended. Know he’s wicked stressed, though— he went right for another toothpick fix.
Major Matt Mason Premium Member almost 4 years ago
Aha! Sam’s chasing commies, just like the good old days!
bluegirl285 almost 4 years ago
Nothing but mad respect for Leonard Smith. 90 years old and still a police officer. I do hope, however, he’s been taking it easy during the pandemic.
trimguy almost 4 years ago
RE: Officer Smith.It’s spelled Ouachita
rickmac1937 Premium Member almost 4 years ago
Worked with woman who lived in commune was a nut job
Another Take almost 4 years ago
1-SAM: Which way did he go, George? Which way did he go?
2-OKLAHOMA TEX: HEY MISTER – NICE HAT!…
3-…You don’t see many hats like that anymore. So, did you lose a bet?
4-SAM: Whatever do you mean by that? It compliments my ensemble perfectly AND it makes it clear that you are in the presence of a true gentleman.
OKLAHOMA TEX: Sure. Or a leprechaun. Or the Jolly Green Giant’s dwarf brother. Or a defective Stop Light. HEY! WHERE YA GOIN? I GOT MORE!
5-SAM: I hate hippies.
OT: OR ARE YOU JUST REALLY JEALOUS? ANXIOUS FOR SPRING TO GET HERE?… WAIT!
Eric S almost 4 years ago
meanwhile, Dollar Bill’s ghost haunts away in the background
Ray Toler almost 4 years ago
Commune? Within walking distance of a city park? Located perhaps…in another park?…in a city alley?…an abandoned building in the warehouse district (we’ve been there quite a bit recently)? What is this, Occupy Tracyville?
Is this the point where things start to make little sense?
IvanB.Cohen almost 4 years ago
One thing is a mystery to me, how does an organics market conduct business with a light snowfall taking place? Aren’t they concerned about their products getting frost bite?
Sisyphos almost 4 years ago
Mr. Wildman seems like a veteran at this outdoors market, which probably runs once a week (when I was living overseas, such markets were commonplace throughout the large city, on different weekdays in different neighborhoods; the one in my neighborhood ran half a day—as was typical—on Friday mornings, so it was known locally simply as “Friday market,” where one could buy almost anything for the house, especially a wide range of fresh veggies of all kinds and fresh fish, but also cleaning products and items of clothing for babies or even men’s or women’s underwear—all open air and pretty much year round, as the local climate allowed). So it is no surprise he recognizes Sam’s description as being of a locally-seen regular, Ty. Where Ty’s commune is located is not so clear, though apparently it is nearby. Sam (last panel) seems somewhat disgusted at the thought of having to deal with commune-ists….
BreathlessMahoney77 almost 4 years ago
You know, the original “communists” were the earliest Christians. (See: Acts of the Apostles).