This Week in Milford

April 16, 2016

Don’t Sell Industrial Solvents and Drive


From where I sit this morning the first two panels are throwaways. A catcher who can talk out of her crotch removes the need to cover her face while on trips to the mound (insert your own “reading lips” jokes here). Freak hands are always freak hands and Whigrub wastes a (small) panel on them.

No, the foreshadowing of P3 is what it’s all about today. Del the Industrial Solvents Salesman finally tells us his reason to be in Milford: He’s from there! He might be the parent of some as yet unnamed Mudlark. My greater fear is that Joe’s plied him with enough industrial-strength cocktails to cause vehicular mayhem. Will Del kill or maim a Mudlark player or, worse still, a recurring character? Will the Foley Law Firm be called in to defend or prosecute? Will Gil Thorp turn into Funky Winkerbean before we know it? I’m not sure I could handle that.



  1. So far as I can tell, we’ve only seen Del be served three to four drinks. Assuming that’s over the course of a few hours and that he probably grabbed dinner or ate some complimentary bar snacks, he should be cautious while driving but unlikely to be convicted of DUI.

    Then again, he’s a commercial salesman. There is a good chance that Del probably regularly puts away 8-10 drinks every night and drives home with no problems, except for that one (or more) time(s) when there is a problem.

    Comment by timbuys — April 16, 2016 @ 8:22 am

  2. So. In one week, we’ve established that Del lives in Milford and sells industrial solvents, and that Boo has a knuckleball. I don’t expect Robert Ludlum, but this is a slow start even by Rubin standards.

    Comment by Philip — April 16, 2016 @ 8:41 am

  3. Are those photos of missing children in panel 3? Maybe Del will help get to the bottom of the case of the missing Thorp children.

    Comment by Jive Turkey — April 16, 2016 @ 9:05 am

  4. Maybe Del gets a tattoo?

    Comment by nedryerson — April 16, 2016 @ 12:21 pm

  5. Del ending up with a tattoo would exceed the buildup thus far. But I do notice that both Boo (because of slashed tires) and Kenzie (courtesy of the punk who nearly derailed her by making it necessary to bust him up) have grievances against Central City. Throw in some industrial solvents and a gay pickup scene in a bar and we’ve got real potential here.

    Comment by vaganova — April 16, 2016 @ 2:24 pm

  6. “Spin a hitter’s cap” is something, I believe, that no one has ever said in the history of humans playing softball.

    Comment by John S. Walters — April 17, 2016 @ 10:48 am

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