Really Should Get Out More

The cartoon wasn’t a regular thing in the club’s newsletter because the cartoonist was pretty lazy. Or distracted. Or depressed. Probably all three.
’01 through ’03 saw little over a dozen strips, this one a product of renting too many VCR movies, which features the final appearance of a little dog that was lost in his divorce:


TV was escalating its proof of the old Mencken saw about never going broke underestimating the intelligence of the the American public...


...and commentary about club goings on tried to evoke sentiments of guilt

...and the ilk of unedited candor our departed little friend was famous for...

...but always, always there was golf’s dark passion...


to unambiguously remind men of good will why life is beautifully futile...

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