The Daily Strange Ones

A few years later the artist’s style is evolving.


12 Responses to “The Daily Strange Ones”

  1. corndoggie Says:

    YUM, SHADE LITE. Deserves a SIMULATED HEY or some YULETIDE HAMS. Now I think I’ll take A MILD SHUTEYE in MY HEALED SUIT or just read more of THE DAILY MUSE.

  2. jude3obscured Says:

    a propos of the last panel, just watched this last night.

    Really interesting, and filled in a lot of historical blanks for me, as someone born after the “duck and cover” era. Also fascinating/awe-inspiring/horrifying footage.

  3. boatdog Says:

    We didn’t have “duck and cover” at Merry Mudhole elementary, but there were “air raid drills” that increased my paranoia. I have a really distinct, visual memory of sitting in class, looking out the window and wondering when the planes would come in over Windsor Farms to drop their bombs on us.

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  5. corndoggie Says:

    You went to Mudhole during 2nd-4th grade, as did I? Well, I’ll be. Sibs were there, too.

    I vaguely remember a sense of such an exercise and a feeling of skepticism about it, but no details.

    But you can see why the Russkies might want to obliterate sleepy old 1964 Richmond — if Hollywood Cemetery, the White House of the Confederacy and the Lee statue were suddenly destroyed, the morale of the white South would have plummeted making it more easily collectivized and assimilated.

  6. corndoggie Says:

    And think of the blow to the entire country in 1964, when everyone smoked cigarettes. Factories and curing sheds destroyed… oh, my!

  7. boatdog Says:

    I was only at Mudhole for the 6th grade. Prior to that I was a country boy from Bon Air. When I got to Merry Mudhole, I was confronted with all sorts of challenging things that were not part of the country curriculum at Bon Air Elementary… useless stuff like art classes and foreign languages, for example. And, although there was not much ethnic diversity that I recall, Mudhole gave me my first exposure to people of different religious backgrounds. Plus, the academic atmosphere in general was a major change from Bon Bumpkin Air. The air raid drills were a bizarre part of the mix of new exposures that left a big impression and constructively helped me to form my core pessimistic outlook about things in general.

  8. I think that pessimism permeates the whole generation. I was attending Suburban Park Elementary School in Norfolk in 1962. There we were treated to the “Duck-and-Cover” drills at least three times a week. We were in the final approach path to the Naval Air Station and the jets flew so low you could see the pilots in the cockpits. My siblings and I would wake up to the frequent sonic booms of these planes breaking the sound barrier. My third grade teacher Mrs. Russ would direct the boys to cover the girls as we huddled together in the hallway. She reminded us to not look up, because the flash when the bomb exploded would blind us.

  9. boatdog Says:

    …one of several things we were told would blind us, no doubt!

  10. Anonymous Says:

    We were told that doing that would blind us now it turns out using too much Viagra really will blind you. To both suggestions my response is the same, “Can’t I just do it till I need glasses?”
    I went to Munford too. It had a cool merry go round that you hung onto above your head balanced by kids on the other side that years ago went the way of all really fun playground equipment because of safety concerns. “Playground Ahead” street warning signs still show a picture of a teeter totter, long ago banned. One of the cool things about my childhood was the fact that kids then weren’t sheltered from possible danger like they are today. I walked home from Munford and that was the second grade plus it was uphill both ways in the snow. I guess they did think about protecting us from nuclear annihilation as though “ducking and covering” was going to help. “Look! a mushroom cloud! Better duck!” Later I went to a much more “old school” old school, William Fox, in the fan. I went up the down staircase.

  11. corndoggie Says:

    The Mudhole I remember had one Chinese family (restauranteurs?), no black folk whatsoever (of course), and was otherwise evenly split Jewish/goy. This became apparent on the Jewish holidays when half the seats in class would be vacant.

    The impression I got growing up in the near West End was that America was half or more Jewish. When I first encountered anti-Semitism in the person of a fundamentalist farmer in Tennessee in 1969 I found it genuinely puzzling — it was like hating EVERYBODY!

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