Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for May 09, 2021

Alligator Street Surfing?! WHAT THE?!?!

What a Croc.

Then you put on your high heel water moccasins…

And in the winter grampa walked 5 miles to school in snow drifts up to his armpits, up hill both ways

Don’t forget about rodeo-riding on rats the size of horses.

Someone who possesses a talking horse as a pet AND friend need not pine for a gator to hang ten on. And probably LOSE those ten on.

And a Happy Mother’s day to all

I won’t alligator surf on purpose. It might happen accidentally.

Fern’s Grandpa and Cap’n Eddie would probably get along really well.

I remember water. It was nice. It used to fall from the sky, too. We called it “rain”. The land would form giant bowls of it, called “lakes”, and it would run out and slither through the land like a snake. We called them “rivers”. Those were good times.

By any chance, did the grandfather grow up to become a stunt-double for Roger Moore in Live and Let Die?

I grew up in New York in the 70’s and 80’s. I remember those days of alligator street surfing quite well. And the cockroaches were big and nasty. If you hit them with the Sunday edition of the New York Times they would just shrug it off.

Only in Miami at high tide!!!

Embellishing and obfuscation are the core essentials to any childhood story.

Fern’s shirt reads “strength”. Probably not a good idea to let Danae know that just yet.

I wonder if Gram’pa grew up playing Frogger

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frogger

There were plenty of kids who would ride on the outside of the subway or the project elevators, so alligators are not that radical.

That sounds like a new ball team name.

Fern’s got power.

Better to find gators in the flooded street than snakes in your toilet.

Grandpa stories are the best. When my grand-daughter once asked me how old I was (she was 4 at the time) I told her I was so old that, because I was the biggest kid in my class, learning to write on the cave walls, I had to stand at the front of the cave with a spear to keep the dinosaurs out. As she asked more questions, I embellished the story, including how her great-grandmother hated Thanksgiving because it took her so long to make stuffing for a pterodactyl. Grand-daughter was mad at me when she finally learned the truth, having told most of the neighborhood about my fighting dinosaurs, but we have a good laugh about it today.

That’s all part of the job description of being a grandpa…

That may go a step or two beyond embellishment. That’s almost a 45 level of out-of-touch with the truth… But at least grandpa is entertaining and within legal limits.

Oh My, I had one visit my front door a few Saturday’s ago. Lots of ways to see and imagine Gators.

Sounds like something to aspire to though. Alligator surfing would be totally bad az in so many ways.

I like Fern. I hope she sticks around.

It’s a bright beautiful day here, on the Southcoast of Mass.

A good day for a walk, maybe find a bit of muddy water.

Call up the young Panda spirit, We’ll squat down and see what’s living in the muck and water. If I get muddy, I’ll get spoken to. Not the first time for that.

Celebrate the day, my friends!

Ummm. Danae…tidal pools are salt water environments, you won’t find any tadpoles in them.

Alligator street surfing? I thought that only happened in Louisiana and Florida.

Can someone please tell me what the symbol on Fern’s t-shirt means?

I love Fern!!!!

Love the character on her shirt – “Strength” or “Power”

For the record, the chinese character means ‘strong’.

If the climate continues to warm and sea level to rise, alligator street surfing may well be in the future for many of us.

Alligator Street Surfing was not quite as big a hit as Crocodile Rock.

I love Danae’s new friend. About time she had someone special.

Tadpoles in tide pools?

Boring compared to yesterday. How about: “This is typical ethnic/racial stereotyping about Asians and alligators from an old White man. And don’t get me started on the blatant sexism!”

And I miss the days of strong rains flooding the streets all the time too. I miss the days when the neighbors would all tell you they got a case of crabs every summer,

Remember when we were kids and we wanted to grow up? What were we thinking?

Love the grinning rat…

Gosh. The good ole days when there were tadpoles in the ponds.

Where I lived in Florida, the streets would often flood after bad storms. After Hurricane Charley, kids were sailing down the streets on Sunfish boats, while their parents were using canoes and rowboats to get around in my neighborhood for several days. Didn’t help that one of the near-by earthen dams had broken.

One of my cherished dreams shattered.

Fern has strength and courage.

We lived too far north for alligators when I was a kid. We had to make do with shark street surfing.

Alligators in the Sewers is NYC, but non-Sequitur is set in New England.

In sewer overflow. And the old stories of wayward alligators flushed down New York toilets by parents to grow up there.

I don’t think they have alligators where she’s from. Maybe crocodiles …

hmmm Maybe that’ll be in the next Fast and Furious movie

Now that’s a guy who can tell a story!

As I’m doing the backstroke

Down Alligator Alley

Flipping to freestyle

Try to pick up some speed

Ain’t no time for breaststroke

Got to get my ass to the other side

Swimming like a speed boat

So I don’t die

Swim for your life

- K. Williams

Metropolitans with a mission: Save the Rats and Pigeons

Don’t know where Fern came from, but I’m SO glad she’s here…..

Let’s hope so.

She’s a Debbie downer of friends. Kill her with platitudes.

“WELL, TECHNICALLY IT WAS THE STORM DRAINS OVER-FLOWING…”

(admires what could be perceived as the hair on the top of the speaker of this dialogue)

Oh, those wacky kids!

Tadpoles in tidal pools? Which frogs lay eggs in salt water?!