Letters to the Editor
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Nice ending!
I liked the cartoon. Sometimes, when you get a windfall, you just have to splurge a bit. This one was like a "Life's Little Victory" in an extended version.
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Hooray!
Being irresponsible is fun! Yay!
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Ice cream!
Ice cream with your significant other is always the right choice!
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This cartoon didn't make me laugh...
...but it did make me smile.
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Nothing I've done all week made me feel better than reading this comic today
After reading the Salon headlines and wires, after perusing the various crimes of our government, after thinking deeply first thing in the morning about what can be done about our modern situation, after thinking about all the grownup decisions that need to be made today in order to better our lives and the future...I came to today's K Chronicles. I was struck in the face by its genius.
The only possible ending for that 'toon was the final panel. Magnificent. Feed that inner child, baby, no matter what the grownup says. That little girl/boy's got a severe sweet tooth, and when you keep her waiting, it just makes it harder to behave like an adult a little later on.
You're the best, Keef. Don't ever stop!
Augustino Patti
Ballwin, MO
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I loved it
We spend so much effort on budgeting what we EARN that a windfall SHOULD be for ice cream.
If it's with you spouse, and you're eating from the same spoon: BONUS!!
Thank you for the reminder, Keith.
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Keef!
This cartoon went up on my bulletin board at work. I'm still smiling, and also planning an ice cream parlor trip with my husband this weekend. Thanks for making my day!
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shucks
now i wish i wouldn't have spent the ten dollars i found last week on a beer. but it was a little cold for ice cream.
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Found money
Solid choice, Keef. Never, ever spend "found money" on something practical, if you can help it. Splurge! (well, as far as $10 will allow you to splurge)
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the king of found money
This cartoon brought a smile to my face because it reminded me of my late grandfather. He was the king of found money. I have a caricature a friend drew of him walking along with his head bowed, scanning the sidewalk. It was his hobby. He always made a good-faith effort to return the money, but usually the owner was long gone.
The found money went into a jar, and at the end of the year, the jar was emptied and counted. Usually it was in the neighborhood of three hundred dollars! Three hundred dollars, a nickel in the gutter or a quarter in a coin slot at a time.
For him, it was the most fun to buy something substantial with his money. One year he paid the taxes on my grandmother's small rental property out of it. One year they took a trip.
Even today, when I find money, I feel as if my grandfather is watching out for me. Thanks for making me think of him, Keef!