JumpStart by Robb Armstrong for October 18, 2023

That’s what happens when you turn a “thriller” into a snoozer…

Hope we get to hear the rest..?

They fell asleep only two lines into the story.

Yes, kiddies, I recollect way back in nineteen hundred and sixty ei…. what? Why are you rolling your eyes like that?

Hospital stories are too General.

That building looks precarious. Did Grampa die in a cave-in?

Hope it was post-Camille.

Low, calm voice, monotone. Works like drugs.

Oldest granddaughter was a baby. A fretful baby. While holding her I read the obituaries aloud. Sound asleep in minutes. Her mother was worried about what I had done to make her sleep over eight hours. Couldn’t believe obituaries were that soporific.

Post-segregation Biloxi is now a bustling Casino town and tourist destination.And,alas, in the pathof the Panhandle Hurricane District.

I know this st ory—-I have a book that collected the first year’s strips;probably long out of print by now.

Ha! I’m guessing you went too far back!

Let me tell you something…in my day, we had order! We had respect! We had discipline! When a teacher came into the classroom, we stood up! When the assistant principal came in, we saluted! We had great fashions…like big hair and polyester shirts! We didn’t have “twerking,” we had disco! But we always danced with room for our Guardian Angel! And we had classic songs…like “Disco Inferno!” “Disco Lady!” and, most of all, “Disco Duck!” Disco, Disco Duck…quack, quack, quack….

The Never-ending Story.

Not because it had no end. No one ever stayed awake long enough to hear the end.