Check out the sign: “NO shirt, NO shoes.” Period.
Remarkably, Harry’s comics, despite not having been bagged and boarded, are judged to be “in pristine condition“. Sure, he neglects his doting wife, spent his working hours hanging out at Montoni’s and the Komix Korner, and apparently misplaced his two younger children, but by God, Crazy Harry has made taking care of his books “a priority”. Now he expects his books to take care of him.
Not only is John likely paying a mere pittance for Crazy Harry’s treasured comics; he’s standing idly by as Harry make multiple trips up and down the stairs, schlepping the heavy boxes that contain his collection. The former postie appears to be more than up to the task: he’s got enough wind left to bemoan his sorry fate at length.
Crazy Harry’s “retired”? That seems a little different from “cancelled“. Although in either circumstance, one would expect that there would be a pension, severance, even unemployment benefits that would make it unnecessary for Crazy to have to sell all his books. And selling them to John, who passed on buying Pete’s collection because he couldn’t afford it? Crazy might do better trading in his SUV in favor of a tiny Batiukmobile® like everyone else in town drives. With Maddie away at Kent, and his two younger children missing and presumed dead, what does he need with that gas guzzler?
Three or four hundred words later (a rough count, and not including Monday’s setup), John finally get to whatever point he’s been trying to make. Said point being, I dunno, if you’ve always called them “comics”, then you will continue to ignorantly do so.
Again with the “lumping”. Yesterday, Skunkhead was proclaiming that the public “lumped” the “comic weeklies” in with Pulitzer’s “Sunday supplements”; today the crude, clueless, uncultured masses have “lumped” together those supplements with the nascent art form of “comic strips”. Because back in the 1880’s, and in fact right up until this day, the great unwashed craved mere amusement, and could never be expected to appreciate the difference between mere “comic strips” and art. Are you with me so far? Cody’s not. So desperate is he to get away from John’s blather that he’s using homework as an excuse.
Son of Stuck Funky 
