The Born Loser by Art and Chip Sansom for February 15, 2016

I suppose someone had to make the sandwiches. .“I have not yet begun to nosh.”“Give me a Reuben or give me death.”“If they mean to have a picnic, let it begin here.”“These are times that try men’s souls.” (After running out of mustard.)“We must all lunch separately, or we shall surely lunch alone.”

Washington was a forefather. Lincoln was the stepdad that somehow made it through that bad second marriage, only to miss the reconciliation (if there indeed was one).

Fore fathers ? Damn and I had only one !

See 1776 While liberties were taken, (get it.) You’ll see some of the future formothers.

The four mothers are still cleaning up the debris left by the sculpting of Mount Rushmore.