SNYDERMANIA: Griggits

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Griggits

This panel ran in the Los Angeles Easy Reader back in 1984. The subject matter was a little more topical back then.

6 comments:

Guely of Sweden said...: Literaly abusing!! Jajaja!; October 24, 2010 at 9:44 PM
JJ said...: Still works!; October 27, 2010 at 6:06 PM
#167 Dad said...: G-Man,
Is Jajaja European or South Amercan laughing?; October 31, 2010 at 3:14 PM
Momma Fargo said...: Ha! Somethings only age with time. Cocaine is making a comeback on the streets and still a fave amongst the rich.; November 2, 2010 at 6:24 PM
Guely of Sweden said...: An Alfredo James Pacino Laughing!!
Actually i am a little confused it's in spanish anyway. Let's settle for spaniard ;); November 2, 2010 at 11:04 PM
Anonymous said...: hahah classic find :D; November 6, 2010 at 11:04 AM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?