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Hi! Tripeman is my favorite comic strip because he sometimes threatens to hit people--and sometimes he does have to hit people! Pow! They go down pretty fast if they ever have to pit their fightin' prowess against his might and pluck! He has a lot of spirit and tenacity. Bad guys or the impolite have no chance when he is around!
I joined his fan club in the mid-80s, and they sent me a little paper hat, with instructions how to fold it. I put it on my head and ran around the neighborhood just yelling and screaming like a banshee! Boy, those were the days. Some days I'd run and scream until I passed out because I wasn't breathing in enough...isn't that a trip?
It's so funny how kids are. Other times I'd stack up all my Tripeman comic books and calculate how much they were worth on my little solar calculator (those were BIG NEWS in my town back then), and when I had the final sum, I'd go running around the neighborhood, screaming this number out until I blacked out & woke up with a dog sniffing my face. It was usually Dame Freeta's dog, the one with the snaggly tooth from when it tried to bite the plastic deer our neighbor put in its yard, and the limp from when that plastic owl that was supposed to scare away snakes from Mr. Foggworth's garden fell out of the tree on the dog's leg. We called the dog "Pookie," and he loved to sniff you--except if you ever had ice cream sandwiches or "Rocket Pops" (those were those red-white-blue Popsicles, remember?) from the ice cream man, it was a safe bet you wouldn't have them by the time he stopped sniffing you! Yup! He'd slurp those babies right up.
One time Pookie came into our kitchen, and opened the stove door and took out the roast Mom was cooking, and turned off the stove, then ran home and called Mom on the living room phone and talk to her for an hour, so she didn't notice the roast was gone until Dad came home, and everyone laughed really hard at what had happened, and Dame Freeta bought us all hamburgers at Jonny Rockets and gave Dad a case of beer for the football game that he and Mr. Foggworth were going to watch the next day.
Well, I have to go now! Bye-bye!
