This is a comic strip. I like it. I like the characters, some more than others (think Ann Eiffel), but she gets a funny comeuppance once in a while. I am especially enjoying the whole college crowd, even Stef. They all need some maturation, but that’s life. Their stories are our stories long ago. I simply do not grok all the trolling, the outraged indifference, the “nothing-to-see-here-move-along” attitude in these comments. I read the strip because I enjoy it. Once in a while, I add a strip, read it for a time, decide it’s not for me, and remove it from my list. I bet I know what Dez would say about all the complaining; she’d say it in her inimitable, kind, and gentle way, but she’d make it clear: If you don’t like it, why read it?
I am a native, born in what was Jewish Memorial Hospital, upper Broadway, 1942. Then it was possible to drive on Manhattan but why bother? I took the subway and walked. Owning a car meant you had to park it. Ramps were outrageous, and on-street was hecka fun with the early morning panic switch from one side to the other or else. Why risk a ticket-and-tow? I didn’t own a car until I left for the Midwest. I did visit and drive into downtown once a few years ago and ran into an Ironman. We couldn’t figure out how to get outta town. The cops kept directing everybody to the right, the right, the right, and on Sunday all the streets were parked on both sides so thousands of tourists, including us, just rolled at no more than a mile an hour in lockstep going nowhere fast. If we had been willing to abandon our car we could’ve walked to New Jersey. o
Me too. Is it so strange?