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Monday May 12, 2025

Lynn's Comments: After a sobering story like the previous one, it was important to insert some funny stuff. A comic strip has to be funny most of the time or it becomes something of a soap opera. I wanted it to be light and enjoyable—with the occasional, serious truth.

Sunday May 11, 2025

Lynn's Comments: Long before our marriage collapsed, it was the tiny, insignificant annoyances that got to both of us. This might have been a clue. I am now very aware of my own annoying habits, which allows me to overlook the tiny things my partner does to annoy me. Well, I try!!!

Monday May 5, 2025

Lynn's Comments: As I mentioned earlier, this story is based on a true incident. My son was working for a television station and wanted to get a great story. As it turned out, the girl he saw in the accident (from a distance) was someone he knew. It was with his help and approval that this event was included in the comic strip.

Wednesday April 30, 2025

Lynn's Comments: I rarely did a really serious story, but this was something I wanted to say. We often drive by an accident, curious to see what happened, but not wanting to be involved. Truck drivers wrote to me to thank me for showing them in a good light. They are often the first to respond to an accident. They look out for each other and for everyone else on the road as well.

Tuesday April 29, 2025

Lynn's Comments: In the company truck was a radio that monitored Police reports. My son heard that there had been an accident and he was one of the first on the scene. He took out his camera and began to photograph the accident.

Monday April 28, 2025

Lynn's Comments: This situation was based on a true story. The details were different but the outcome was the same. My son was working for a television station. He had a camera and had been asked to take some attractive shots around the community to go behind the evening weather report.

Sunday April 27, 2025

Lynn's Comments: This is how I learned to ride a two-wheeled bike. I was 12 before I was allowed to have one. My mother kept saying I wasn’t old enough to have a bike, even though my friends were all pedaling their way to school. If she had only told me that we couldn’t afford one; if she’d been honest with me, I might have understood. To admit that we weren’t able to afford a secondhand bike was such an embarrassment for her that it was many, many years before she told me the truth.