No sooner do they arrive at the County Fair then the flashbacks ensue (what, no photo-album corners?) Wally starts looking around for Charlie, or Ahmed or Osama or whatever enemy haunts his nightmares. Enjoy the rides and the games of chance, kids; but as Epicus Doomus pointed out yesterday: I strongly advise you to avoid the clown-head water balloon race.
Rachel has apparently made it her mission to “cure” Wally’s anxieties by applying some tough love.
A friend of mine once commented, “With red hair, you’re either really good-looking…or really ugly.” Harsh, I know, but it was funny at the time. The thing is, Rachel manages to be both, at least the way Batiuk draws her. She’s actually one of the more attractively-drawn females in this strip. In today’s panel two, though, she looks like Ronald McDonald with no makeup.
Drive carefully, Wally. That looks like the same road where Uncle Cousin Funky totaled the Cruiser.
We go from snowbirds to lovebirds…after a day of slacking in Montoni’s kitchen, Wally trades his olive drab tee shirt and schmatte for a dentist’s smock, and Rachel dons a puke-green maternity frock, and they wait until they are about to get in the car before making plans for the evening.
Thanks to the hours Wally has spent with the shrink down at the VA, he’s now able to categorically list everything that’s wrong with him. Fortunately, hyper-vigilance is apparently catnip to Rachel.
Son of Stuck Funky 
