Shredded Wheet!

The Secret Pelwecki’s not-so-secret project to convert himself into a fullback has gotten someone’s attention, but not Gil’s. (I’m sure we’ll see him knocking back Long Island Iced Teas on the porch before long.)  These big galoots* who just happened to be working out at the football field have gotten sucked into the project as well.  Eventually Heather will have turned Pelwecki into Milford’s version of Tom Sawyer’s fence.

“Thanks, guys. Y’know, you look familiar.”

“So does your hair. I think I saw it on some girl sitting in a dugout last week.”

Hurray for continuity!

 

*Hey, if Heather’s calling them “gents,” I can use some outdated slang too.

Hooked On Tronix

I can’t exactly put my finger on it but Trey’s response to Other Guy cracks me up. Also cracking me up? Trey’s hair. We’ll have to see how it’s rendered in the ensuing strips but there is definite potential there.

The door into Milford summer

 

Sorry gang I was too busy yesterday to get to this but here’s a double dip today. Looks like the plot is drawing to a close with the 2 main characters talking about life lessons learned, albeit from a teacher who should be on strike for forced July labor. (And there’s still one game left!!)

Of course its perfectly ok for Dafne to just walk in the dugout after the game while the team is presumable cleaning up and exiting the premises etc. And whens the last time these two spoke alone anyway? What happens with the other boy-girl combo – do they sit in the girls dugout to even it out? Will Dafne graduate before another issue of the Trumpet comes out? Will Marty melt in his wooden coffin of a booth?

At any rate, Milford summer is now close at hand, at last. How about an excellent cover of a Monkees song to close out the week?

Theoretically Feeling That Flash

I’m not saying I need, or even want, a moral that makes sense to wrap up a Gil Thorp season… but this is some pretty weak sauce denouement. Also, too, didn’t someone slug what’s his name?

What else do we have today?

P1: Ms. Rizk’s clenched fist makes this quite the arc for that sort of thing if that’s what you’re into.

P2: I love the twin terminals in the foreground. I guess that big scoop on expense account abuse freed up funds for the paper.

P3: Prairie style window muntins are what do it for me, so let’s just focus on those and ignore whatever lame point Dafne is trying to make.

Someone’s in the Kitchen with Dafne

It’s been over a month and a half since the Milford softball girls have seen any action, so at least one of them is hoping to see some off the field.  Turns out Carrie had better save that sliding for the softball diamond, if she ever gets back there. Pissy faced Gary is just not into her.

Meanwhile in the kitchen the unwanted advances are fixin’ to swap genders. Dafne raises a dainty pinky and flashes some midriff as she reaches for the pause that refreshes, whilst Shot Putter Jimmy Caruso tries to figure out when and where to put his shot. Unlike poor misguided Carrie, Dafne has the journalistic talent to turn the episode into something print-worthy.  Her grand return to the Trumpet will read along the lines of “I got hit on last week. You know who else got hit on, too? Ryan Van Auken’s ex-girlfriend!” Naw, it’ll be more like “I almost gave someone at Milford High unwanted attention, and now that I’ve gotten unwanted attention too, I can empathize and will now shut my trap.”

Gil Gets His Dig(g)s In

One of our Central City protestors (the Tommie Smith/John Carlos descendant) gets a name and becomes as central to the plot as any Milford girl.  The “other item” Gil was shaking Skip down for must have been her name and digits. I leave it to the readership to discuss the propriety of what Skip and Gil have done. Suffice it to say it doesn’t leave a very good taste in my mouth.

I’m assuming Gil’s convo with, I’m assuming, Ryan will pick up tomorrow with, I’m assuming, what Gil said to Ms. Diggs after appreciating her “taking a stand” that wasn’t written here.  Odds are it will involve some gentle variation on “keep your ****in’ mouth shut.”  I’ll be surprised if her response isn’t some variation on the “HA” behind her head.

From the Pantheon of Mysterious Objects Dept.: Diagonally striped thing above and to the right of the GIL mug (or is it below and to the right? I can’t tell); backdrop of P3 (they’re standing outdoors, presumably; is it a huge backstop, more Prairie Style Windows, or what?).

Good News Is Trouble-Free

Well, the mystery of Skip Farrow wrapped up pretty quickly. Speaking of, Skip sure does have an interesting take on the situation. Since everybody except the Cane is graduating, there shouldn’t be any issues… And, since graduation should’ve happened about a month ago, we really should be in the clear.

Bonus points:

The ‘leader’ of the ‘protest’ is almost as tall as Skip.

I love the clock on the window in panel one.

Bonus questions:

What is on the back of that student’s shirt?

Why does Skip have to call Gil from a wall phone?

What is supposed to be displayed over the window in panel two? I’m thinking worst drawing of the solar system ever.

Detective Work?

What does Mimi’s question in Panel 1 mean? Is she asking if Gil can hold Ryan out of a game without letting anyone know that they know what the protest was all about? Ryan knows that Thorp knows but who else will know if Ryan doesn’t make the trip to Central? Shouldn’t Gil discuss that with Ryan and his parents? Gil should swing by again so they know what the heck he is doing. Ugh, this plot.

How long is Mimi’s right arm? Is Gil a little peeved at the hand on his shoulder? (Maybe he’s confused about who this lady with the long arm and the face like a clenched fist is. Panel 2: phew, it’s Mimi with a levitating lemonade. )

Okay, Skip Farrow is a totally new name here, as far as I know. Who is he and why does Gil need him to do detective work? Is he an actual detective or just a friend of Gil’s who enjoys wearing fake moustaches, hanging around hotel lobbies and peeking in windows?

Skip Farrow is the best name for a detective since Richie Brockelman.