Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 17, 2017

Rumor had it that he was a swinger.

Little did they know.

LOOK MA! NO SOCKS!

That’s a pretty weak-looking branch. When it breaks, Roland is going to have to limp to the Tiki bar for some liquid anesthetic. Any suggestions as to what would soothe his wounded pride (if nothing else is wounded)?

Glad to see Roland can still swing, though physics and nature may intervene soon.

Yes, sometimes Roland forgets that what goes up, must come down.

Indeed, Farside….. if he doesn’t have to go straight to Ballard General Pottery Studio and Hospital, he may well come to the Tiki.

 

Of course, if he does another face plant, he’ll be making an appointment HERE…

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But they aren’t open 24/7, like the Emergency Clinic and After-Hours Kiln at Ballard General.

 

As for a soothing drink….

For some, it’s a hot chocolate, others, a hot toddy.

I always find a rich, creamy Banana Daiquiri quite soothing…..

But in a real emergency, some people think nothing will do but Jack Daniels straight up.

 

And if he doesn’t like booze OR chocolate (??!!) …

or he’s just too depressed and needs an extra boost….

We can go to Ted, from day before yesterday, and get him some nice epaulets.

What is actually little known about Roland is how he came to have that name at all. Roland’s parents initially name him “Ethelred” after some centuries old ancestor who was said to have performed wondrous and heroic deeds on the family’s, and the nation’s, behalf. Anyway, as noted Roland was a dynamo, a perpetual-motion device come to life. His parents took to remarking to each other “That boy just keeps rollin’!” After a while, this became sort of a catchphrase around their home, used to explain anything that went even slightly awry. They grew so accustomed to saying “That boy’s rollin’!” that it seemed the most natural thing in the world to start referring to him as “Rollin’”, then addressing him as “Rollin’”. Finally, they decided on what was obvious to everyone else: Ethelred was a godawful name to give a boy, and they must have been non compos mentis when they chose it. Nature and the boy himself had intervened and told them that his name should be Rollin’, which the staff at the Registry of Deeds heard as Roland. Mom and Dad went in and legally changed little Ethelred’s name to Roland before he ever even “knew” his name.

Roland was a branch manager. Some people can’t let go.

Roland’s wife, Eunice, keeps Roland on a short rope.

I’ll bet he’s got everyone in an uproar.

Roland’s my kind of guy. does anyone know where I can find him?

It’s just not the same thing if there isn’t a pond at the end of that swing.

Just because somebody said that Roland reminded them of Johnny Weissmuller… (actually it was right after Roland hit his thumb with a hammer…)

Finally! The ‘queue" has been full for 3 hours and I couldn’t log in to My Comics………….now I forgot what I was gonna say.