This Week in Milford

July 17, 2014

Guess Who’s Coming to Milford

July 17, 2014

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So Kaz suggests that by not offering The Truman Show a “package” to play at Milford he’s somehow chasing them away? Milford High an SEC school or something now? Wouldn’t it make more sense for the presumably private, parochial St. Fabian’s to do something like that?

Nice form by Gil, even three sheets into the wind, BTW. Kaz doesn’t even carry a club but needs a golf glove to use his smartphone. Its superior screen resolution shows a player stiff-arming his way through a pile of watermelons but Kaz is already sold. The tension between Kaz (so tired of Gil’s underachieving Mudlark squads) and Gil (principled or lazy?) is so thick you could cut it with a knife…

… which is what Mimi’s prepared to do! As Gil uncorks the wine, Mimi chops up enough cabbage and potatoes to feed a small army (or those kids the Thorps have locked away in the basement). Gil only has two wine glasses out; is all that for just them?

Mimi’s practically begging for us to Google Truman Standish, so let’s do it, okay? Okay! Well, it’s not an exit sign on an Interstate highway in Ohio. The most we get is that it’s the maiden and married name of a woman who died in Missouri in 1894 – but also the first and middle names of a man from Pennsylvania who died in Michigan in 1904. That’s Rubin country and that’s good enough for me.

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6 Comments »

  1. I’m guessing the Thorps are heading to the neighborhood block party and Mimi is making her self-described “famous cabbage-potato salad” and a cherry cobbler. Gil, meanwhile, is having a pre-party bottle of wine to loosen up before the usual nosy neighbor questions like “how do two high school gym teachers make enough to own a house in this zip code?” and “how do either of you keep your jobs without ever making the playdowns?”

    Comment by Moon Mullins — July 17, 2014 @ 10:28 am

  2. Today it actually looks like Gil is holding a driver but only if I enlarge the panel in my Kaz like phone. Otherwise it looks like one of those candle snuffers the ushers use in church.

    Comment by Jive turkey — July 17, 2014 @ 10:53 am

  3. Gil does not know the difference in Google and Goggle….Of course he didn’t Google anybody, as he does not know hoe….And speaking of goggles, Gildo is about 3 panels away from donning his “wine goggles”…..

    Art Standish is apparently the name of a Charleston West Virginia attorney….

    Comment by Rowdyman — July 17, 2014 @ 10:53 am

  4. “Nope, I haven’t Googled Truman Standish, Mimi. What have I done in the last ten years that made you think I give a damn about my job?

    “Ah, you’re right, Gil. Sorry. I hope you like potatoes; we’re splitting ten of ’em between us, since we don’t seem to have kids anymore. Oh, and save a glass of that wine for me, willya?”

    Comment by John S. Walters — July 17, 2014 @ 1:13 pm

  5. I am so relieved others have noted the TEN effing potatoes. Reminds me of the scene in the first hobbit movie in which Dildo, despite not expecting visitors, inexplicably has enough food for fourteen.

    Possibly the best line in that picture is from Fili, handing over an armload of weapons to Bilbo– “Careful with those– I’ve just had ’em sharpened…”

    Comment by vaganova — July 17, 2014 @ 2:59 pm

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