Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for July 18, 2011

This is truly disgusting, Petey…

That must be a huge Cul de Sac if Petey didn’t know there was a lake (big puddle) in the middle of it!

Better go home and make some dioramas, Petey.

“No swimming, diving or wading” … or drinking.

Ah, I can just see the real estate brochure: " Homes on Cul de Sac have private access to beautiful Lake Cul de Sac, a charming, secluded, watery wonder!" (—with photoshopped pictures in over-saturated colors, of course.)

Hope it’s not another Love Canal!

It looks more like the city dump.

@Destiny23: If you take a look at the very first Sunday strip way back in 2007 you can see that cul de sac is not actually a cul de sac but rather the name of a quite large suburban community. With Petey being the way he is he probably never went anywhere that wasn’t the way to school and back until André came along. http://www.gocomics.com/culdesac/2007/09/16On a side note, did André get his name from André René Roussimoff better known as André the Giant you think?

better than park benches than having an oil company’s pipeline burst. then, the said oil company lies about everything about the pipeline. for example, how deep it is, how many gallons, and they want their lives back.

Maybe we’ll have a clean-up-the-lake story line.

I was up by the Chicago River last month, near my cousin’s home on the North SIde. The stretch was nicely landscaped, and reasonably trash-free, and some effort had gone into making it a Scenic Walk. But every now and then there was a sign saying:

This waterway is not safe for: – Wading – Diving – Watersports – Any human body contact

You’d think that last item would have been first, not to mention being three times as large and in red…

I know of several parks in the Seattle area that double as storm water retention ponds in the winter. The way this “summer” is going, it feels like a winter.

Fritzoid, We used to walk along a branch of that river in my teens on the way to the roller-skating rink. Some of the ground was swampy and I lost a shoe in it, but we rinsed it off in the river and I still wore, until we got home (somewhere around 1953).

looks like some arroyos around here