I cover the funky. Others cover the police, business, the recently demised. But the funky belongs to me.
Finky Winkerbean seems as destined to be a regular feature in the SJ-R funnies as Big Brown was destined to win the Triple Crown. Again, the strip appeared today, and again, it gave me the impression of a “Family Circus” that simply takes longer to draw. There was no Funky to be found, and the humor . . . . . . well, if you sang along during the Mitch Miller show on NBC in the 60s, you probably enjoyed today’s final panel, not that there was anything wrong with it.
Another teacher has retired and drives away from school after cleaning out her desk. Two older gents realize they are “….a couple of the older teachers on the staff now…’ and the one of them in the last panel observes, (are you ready for this? You better sit down.) “I know… Talk about senior-itis.”
As we know, appendicitis means the inflammation of the appendix, tonsilitis means the swelling of the tonsils, and hepatitis means the swelling of the hepat. Unless one is conversant with an immigration trend in the USA, one is probably at a loss to understand the meaning of that snappy final panel. I believe I have fitured it out.
Though I can’t connect it to the panels that preceded it; my guess is that the school where these likable gents teach is experiencing a fast-swelling roster of male teachers from Spain.
Live long . . . . . and proper.
