No Sunday Times this morning. The paper thrower gave me the Sunday Chronicle instead. I cannot help but wonder why. No sweat, right? I simply called Barnes & Noble. They had a single NYT left. I reserved it. JC picked it up for me, and I'm a happy camper. Will I let the paper thrower know JC spent $5.00 for a paper I subscribe to? You bet. But listen to this: The Chronicle had interesting news, and Funky Winkerbean! The NYT doesn't come to Texas with comics. Does the NYT have comics? And what's a winkerbean? You know, maybe I should ask Funky for permission to post his 'toon. I mean comic. I'll ask him tomorrow. It's too late to shoot an e-mail to an artist this early in the morning.
So. I hope y'all will be as entertained by Winkerbean's humor as I am. He made me laugh. The funniest part was, I wondered how many of us frequent writers have heard the same spiel so often ourselves that we repeat it in our sleep as well. Y'all know what I mean, right?
Well, I wanted to print copies and mail them to you, whom I call pen friends, but I'd go broke buying ink if I did. I haven't freelanced since Mina passed, but inspiration came to me via a letter from Colorado. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Until then, I hope you will enjoy this bit of postal humor.