The Buckets by Greg Cravens for November 21, 2021

I used to want to live in “interesting times,” and now that I do, I’d rather not. :P

All this spectacular stuff happening in Eddie’s mind, and here he is stuck on planet Earth on a plain , old sunny day.

Give it some time, kid, you just might end up seeing Armageddon.

The past year and a half my yard and my dogs have been my refuge. A true blessing

I feel ya. Reality is sooooo boring most of the time…

I find my wild adventures in the books that I read, safer than living them

You can always go back to your fantasy world.

Grass is always greener or safer on the other side…….

I neglected to say previously how much I appreciated the stylistic shout-out to Bill Watterson in the drawing of this cartoon.

Our backyard was at various times a prison camp, the Hekawi village (a yard across the street was Fort Courage), a venue for treasure hunts, and various battlefields, especially the sandbox (which was also an archaeological site and a frequent flood zone). Blankets over the clothesline formed a tent. The front yard was a ballfield and (with other yards) a frisbee golf course.