This Week in Milford

April 19, 2016

Probably Should Roll Your Window All The Way Down In This Situation

Filed under: Just plain sad — timbuys @ 8:21 am

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Huh, so some senior took one last shot at high school glory before his prime passed away only to lose out to some younger, hungrier, freckle faced kid… It must be tough turning eighteen and realizing your best days are behind you and, what’s worse, you spent them in Milford.

The little details are popping in today’s strip. I’m not sure whether I like the little ‘pizza’ sticky note on the fridge more or less than I do the Bitter compartment in the door.  Or, does that say Blister?

I also like the ‘pawn’ sign to give us the connotation of Del getting loaded in a seedy part of town. In the diluvian metropolis which I haunt, people are fond of pointing out how it’s perfectly normal to have a pawn shop next to a bar next to an elementary school next to an ‘adult novelty’ store next to a church… Of course, it’s also famous for other things that are right next to each other…   True story: at one point after Mr. Black performed that bit, there were actually three Starbucks at that intersection.

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7 Comments »

  1. True, the story of the “big senior” brought low by a scrappy kid with a cardboard glove is sad enough. But what about Young Scrappy, who’s about to come face to face with his own future — as an alcoholic B2B salesman whose best friend is a barkeep in a Central City dive he just met. “I tell ya, Joe,” says the balding, middle-aged Barry, his gut plopping lazily over his belt, “I usedta be somethin’. I was the scrappy second baseman for the Milford Mudlarks that year we went 9-6 and finished fourth in the conference.”

    “Sure, bud, whatever,” replies the now-ancient Joe, long since burned out on tank-town failures. “You want another drink, or what?”

    Comment by John S. Walters — April 19, 2016 @ 8:43 am

  2. A Milfordian finding trouble in Central City is turning into a pop-lit trope to rival the Star Trek dilithium crystals.
    So how is Del … apparently so soused he can’t even open the window all the way … going to cover his industrial solvent territory if he can’t drive?

    Comment by Philip — April 19, 2016 @ 9:30 am

  3. Yes! Central City, in Homeric terms, will soon be Central City, The Place the Wise Avoid. OK, I figured Del would be either the disgraced father of a player or a disgraced polluter. But to paraphrase the wise-ass kid trying to get it on with Geena Davis in “A League of Their Own,” can’t he be both?

    Comment by vaganova — April 19, 2016 @ 11:07 am

  4. You can have the “Pizza” and the “Bitter” I call dibs on the jar of The Eye of Horus.

    Comment by g2design — April 19, 2016 @ 11:28 am

  5. So, Reno-style zoning, as Timbuys points out (the strip joint next to the school, across from the church and the gun shop,) a gin mill called “Vernes” with a faker-than-fake facade– are we SURE Central City is not in Jersey? A Joe Pesci sighting would definitely confirm it.

    Comment by vaganova — April 19, 2016 @ 2:31 pm

  6. Cant believe no one said a word about the FEMALE police officer! Nothing like trying to look imaginative and have nobody notice. Well, I did. She’s kinda cute too. I never get pulled over by women. (Jealous!)

    Comment by robmize2013 — April 19, 2016 @ 6:07 pm

  7. Philip’s comment has brought to my attention the fact that there is no TVTropes page for Gil Thorp. How can this be? And what category would the freak hands fall under?

    Comment by AirForbes — April 19, 2016 @ 7:15 pm


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