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August 10, 2007
Hallelujah! Winslow's a Bum
Winslow follows the grand tradition of hip-flask slinging madmen and steaming cafe flirts everywhere and decides to hit the road. Hitchin'-n-hikin'. As he's pulling into town on the interstate with his steel train in the rain, the wind bites his cheek through the wing. It's those late nights and freeway flying that always makes him sing. And it's the singing that gets him tossed from the truck. (Along with his suitcase full of grapes and his Picasso-inspired guitar.)
Time to hit the rails, son. Third boxcar, midnight train. Destination: Iowa, City of Ames.
Comments
CJo, I think you were right a while back when you said that Stantis must write these out in advance and then just throw them down the stairs and publish them in whatever order he picks them up. At what point does he establish that Winslow is in a truck? I didn't catch that part yesterday. Instead tomorrow we'll probably see him getting in the truck after showing some leg to get the trucker to stop.
What would be great is if he was picked up by the Winnebago Romney's son is driving around Iowa.
Posted by: The Furnace at August 10, 2007 12:48 PM
Sometimes I just sit down and realize how bad this comic strip is. Like when I'm reading it or this blog.
This is one of those times.
Posted by: Chris at August 10, 2007 07:52 PM
