About Time! It is time. I’ve been hearing that a lot lately, in one form or another, from a book, a somebody, a computer screen. I thought I heard it in those strangulated snap gasps of bubble wrap I’ve been stomping in the garage. (I’ve reached that time in a man’s life when he decides…
See also: The Blind Date It’s 1986 and four people are rolling through Europe in a rental car. I don’t think Debbie was depressed on that trip, although I seem to recall she married a dentist afterwards. I knew almost nothing about Debbie at the time, and today, after 27 years and innumerable blows to…
This is another moldy tale from the days of Van Halen and Ronald Reagan. Young readers unfamiliar with the term “blind date” may consult Wikipedia. The one I’m about to relate is not typical, partly because it lasted for 15 days, and partly because it was Gumby who arranged it. It started one summer when…
Gumby reveals his past as an international criminal.
How the Battle of the Sexes came to Fidge’s elementary school.
Please don’t just rush out I-10 as soon as you read this.
Continued from: Road Trip (part 1 by Gumby) “I’ll tell you on the way to the…” [Ed: Yes, that’s where Gumby left it. It’s bad enough I have to edit his stuff (“lugubrious” – really?) but now I have to finish his pieces for him. Oh well, let me at least get out of these…
Gumby & Fidge 