For this to make sense? You need to know what a "safety town" is. And that a "chicken flying contest" is a real thing. Attend a rural county fair for proof. Or search YouTube. Using that exact phrase. But that's no fun.

Silly Sunday! I am one-quarter Italian. So. Family gatherings meant two things. Plenty of food. Probably not helped by some stereotypically owning restaurants. And bocce. Yeah. Some creative liberty here. For humor.

Everybody has days – well, like today. And this is the result. Good? Bad? I don’t know. But. It is something. I guess we’ll call it a “win”. I have lots of ghost stories to share. Someday. For now? Enjoy!

Hoppyish Easter! It was either THIS - or some demented version of cannibalistic chocolate bunny. But. I am still having nightmares from my first Easter cartoon. And. That went very, very, very … bad.