Where's the Beef?

     It surprises me the different bits over the years from the comics pages that shaped who my family and I became. I have a story I tell about my Mom and her love of Garfield the lasagna eating cat. 

Mom's phone looked kinda like this

 Of the various Garfield paraphernalia Mom purchased over the years, there was a Garfield landline phone which I myself thought was gaudy and a tad scary – I got a dollar for it in a garage sale after Mom passed away. Checking on the internet today, I underestimated by a long shot what some folks like and what they are willing to pay for such nostalgia!

     As a kid, my Dad sometimes called me Lucy Van Pelt, from Peanuts. When he called me that, he was referring to my being a bossy big sister to my brothers. I did not like being called bossy, and I did not get where Lucy was being bossy either!

     And my mentioning Snoopy lying on his doghouse in my previous post reminded me of Hagar and my favorite Hagar the Horrible bit.

     Hagar was walking with someone, I think it was his son. And they came upon a group of men lying on their backs – each on his own elevated stone couch. The men were silent – some gazing upward at the sky, some with eyes closed. Hagar explained to his son that these men were the philosopher kings. They contemplated the great questions of the universe and over time imparted their wisdom to the masses. The philosopher kings were considered the most highly respected citizens of the land. Hagar and his son walked off, and when gone, one of the philosopher kings said, “what do you want for lunch?” and another philosopher king responded, “I don't know, what do you want for lunch?”

     This just tickled me so much! And ever since then I think of Hagar whenever I enter a room of supposedly important people. And with a grand swoop of my arm I say to myself “here be the philosopher kings - all thinking about lunch!”

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