I’m writing a valentine to you.

 

Yes, I know. It’s so sudden. Why you haven’t even taken me to dinner or anything.

 

But I’m suffering from the weird time warp cartoonists find themselves in. See, we have to think way ahead. So while you’re thinking about turkey and dressing and turpentine sauce for Thanksgiving, I have to think about Valentine’s Day. Throw in the fact that it’s about 70 here in sunny Valley Forge in the back part of November and my internal clock is whacked more than sparrow with magnets taped too its head in order to hinder it’s instincts. (Who would ever do that? Not me. Nope. My wife wouldn’t have to stop me, nope. It’s all fiction. Just back away from the duct tape and no one gets hurt.)

 

So looking at my little schedule book I see my next Sunday has to be a Valentine theme. Barely gives me time to order the particular color red ink for squashed hearts.

 

After a decade or so of thinking March in January, April in February, May in March and so on ... I’m convinced I’m now on the Mayan calendar.

 

I offer this as further explanation for the weird haze Loose Parts are made in.

 

That’s it for now. I’ll leave you with this rare phrase:

 

Merry Christmas and Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you.

 

 

Stay Loose.

 

dave