Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for December 04, 2023

He doesn’t want to get boxed in this year.

he’s going to get plowed

Destination: Antarctica

How about a destination sign? To help the drivers out.

He’s a low plains drifter , give him a break!

It’s not the drifters I’d be worried about. Just the flakes!

When I pick up hitchhikers and they ask me if I’m not worried that they might be a serial killer I respond with: Well, the odds of two serial killers being in one car are practically zero.

I really don’t think this snowman is going anywhere …

He’d better hope for a refrigerator car.

Before you pick up any snowmen, be sure they have a definite destination.

The sign could have read: Watch for Flashers.

My advice is don’t stop if your car has heated seats.

That looks like a snowman that Calvin and Hobbes would do!

That location has had its quota of snow, so it’s time to move on.

Calvin is suing for plagiarism.

Wish they would be that thoroughly on our streets.

The cop recognized him as a fugitive.

“Freeze!”, he shouted.

It’s that global warming that’s causing all that snow in southern Texas and northern Mexico. As long as the snow doesn’t damage the agave crop. Gotta have my tequila, ya know.

I could go for a few inches of snow. Covers the gray and makes the world seem fresh and new. 3 inches maximum.

Apparently Calvin was there

Be careful. If he tells you a down on his luck, heart tugging story it could be grifting snow.

not gonna get plowed till he founds a bar

Look out! He’s fresh from the cooler.

He seems OK. I’d be on the look out for grifting snow, though!

He could hop a refrigerated freight train for the journey down south

For some odd reason, here in Wisconsin out-of-staters seem surprised when we refer to blowing and drifting snow as B&D. Even odder, we get the same reaction on what you’d think would be a completely different subject, our S&M pizza.

In late March 1999, I went to Enderby, BC to see Doug and the Slugs in concert. The tour started in Vancouver but then went east at an alarming rate, so I ran out to see them while they were still kind of close to Seattle. As soon as I went off the freeway, I saw hitchhikers. I hadn’t seen hitchhikers in the States in decades.

On the way home after the concert, it was almost hypnotic watching snow falling from the truck in front of me at regular rates in the cloudy morning gloom. There was even a hitchhiker out in these conditions, in a blue jean jacket with uncombed white hair. Then a few minutes later I saw THE SAME EXACT HITCHHIKER AGAIN!!! What!? Oh, I stopped to buy gas and he must have passed me.

A few weeks later, Doug and the Slugs returned to doing concerts in the Vancouver area.

He’s a drifter.

He’s pulling a Frosty and heading for the North Pole.

Shouldn’t they be driving the car instead?

If he tries anything funny just turn up the heater.

Now when I see that in a weather report, I will picture this comic (which is good, because usually those kinds of weather reports make me sad).

Gonna need to get picked up by a reefer!

He’d better be heading north … if he doesn’t want to melt.

At least it’s not orange snow. I can’t stand grifting snow.

I’ve been everywhere, man. I’ve been everywhere…"

He’s chill, and thumbbody will give him a lift.

That sound, “Thumpety, thump thump, thumpety, thump thump,

Look at Frosty go!”

is the remains of Frosty revolving around the right front tire of a giant 18-wheeler.