(UPDATE: It is Sunday, the last day of the Boston Comic Con. I hadn’t meant to go dark the past few days, but I’ve hardly had a spare moment. In fact, I think the past month or so possibly has been the busiest of my life! That’s not a bad thing, and I’m not complaining, but I’m ready to slow down. As for BCC, I know you expected more in thee way of live coverage, but I will at least recap it for you in the coming days. I do want to say, I have met some wonderful fans from the Boston area, and I thank each of them for coming out. The Comic Con isn’t necessarily the easiest ground to navigate!)
Things are about to get a little crazy around here. Delta permitting, I will leave for Beantown tomorrow morning, where I will be on exhibit at Boston Comic Con Friday-Sunday. I know it costs to get in (I don’t get a cut of that; I’d let my readers in free if I could.), but I hope some of you in the Boston area will come by and see me at table D915. Autographs and handshakes will be free. I ship more books to Massachusetts than any other state, and I’m looking forward to meeting some of you. Also, I will be in Burlington, VT, two weekends later for the Vermont Comic Con. This is an experiment for me. I expect to be the old geezer in the corner fielding questions such as, “Is that strip still around?” It’s true, I’m in the corner, the southeast corner. I don’t know how much time I’ll have, but I definitely plan to send you updates here.
358 responses to “Boston, Home of the Bean and the Cod…”
You, a grandpa, Ghost? I don’t believe that one for a minute.
Janis in lederhosen? I don’t remember that at all – maybe geezerhood (geezerity?) is closer than heretofore suspected!
Reference?
BTW, if you meant “fishnet”, such doesn’t do a thing for me….
“Geezerence” or “geezerance”? If we accept “geezer” as a kind of person, what is the correct noun for the quality that person possesses?
“Geezertion” sounds even worse!
Since Jimmy is going way Nawth there is bound to be language misunderstandings in communicating with the natives. I came across this in reading Lewis Grizzard last couple days. It is funny, Grizzard on Southern language.
Listen to it. The one on mating call of the Georgia peach is hilarious. We need to laugh about now.
https://youtu.be/imZjCbRuZ3c
Jackie! I said it was a “mode”. 🙂
And yes, Jimmy, while in Boston remember it’s “I left my khakis in my car keys.” If you say it the other way around, the natives will think that’s wicked funny.
Using that gray hair for sympathy? You can get a senior discount too.
I love it when the clerks don’t offer me a senior discount where I shop because “you don’t look old enough.” You only have to be 55, not 65. I will happily show my license for an extra discount on clothes.
c ex-p, see this…
http://www.gocomics.com/arloandjanis/2013/11/12
…and the following two days for the lederhosen arc.
You must have missed it at the time, as if you’d seen it, you’d probably still have the mental image it conjures up. I do.
How about waders or foul weather gear? I have to cross or put on either side. And forget overalls.
Another good reason to shop the local brick-and-mortars, I suppose. I’ve never seen an age-related discount offered on-line.
Another image to add to my one of Janis wearing noothing but a pair of lederhosen…Jackie wearing nothing but a pair of waders. 😀
That senior discount is a strange beast. Some places I have to ask for, others have it on record thanks to my keytag. 10 years before I reached senior status, I was doing work in a northern resort area just past Labor Day. Only ones hanging on were the locals, a few snow birds who hadn’t migrated, and I. Every place I eat during my stay automatically discounted me. My first experience of aging, me youth had flown.
Used to drive my late husband livid. His hair turned beautiful silver early in life due to Mediterranean DNA. The waitresses in particular would offer him senior discount long before he earned one.
He would usually refuse to accept and pay a higher price.
As portions got larger and larger, he discovered senior portions were smaller and better if counting calories. He got more accepting of the hair.
I never ask for an age discount, anywhere. Occasionally, a cashier will apply one to my purchase. Usually it’s a teenager who probably thinks the birthday that comes after 29 is 80.
I often will ask for an age discount, especially at Arby’s and Big Boy where they offer one at 55. I think that I have shared this, but a cashier asked my Mom if she was 60 when she was 58 and she said “Of course”. Something that I loved about my Mom, she didn’t have a hang up about age, hair color or looks. If she could save some money she would.
My youngest brother’s hair went white before he was 40. With his frequent marathons, the dark skin contrasted well with the hair. My hair is getting whiter each time I get a haircut and with my hour each day walking, it is a nice look.
What about other forms of discounts, like loyalty or military service? Anyone have feelings, good or bad? Just curious.
And no, I don’t usually remember a shop offers one either unless they remember to ask me.
Lowes offers a 10% discount to military and military retirees every day. $100 off a major appliance is nice. So does Hooters, or so I’ve been told. Start rant: An irk is being asked my birthday when I buy booze. I’m a “kindly-but-slightly-befuddled-grandpa” of 72. I give them today’s date, 1995. The laugh gets better the older the clerk is. The youngest ones insist I must tell them the truth, “It’s the law” they say. I say “It’s not the law, it’s corporate’s stupid rule”. End of rant.
Thanks, Ghost. I did not recall the lederhosen finale even when I checked your reference. Geezerity, I guess.
I am always asked for my birthday when buying ethanolic consumables, and I often get the chance to tell the [young] clerk that I am older than their parents, and, probably, than their grandparents. My “roof” has almost fully reverted to its original platinum blond – a statement at which my MBH laughs in spite of its truth. Of course, someone’s “platinum blond” is possibly another’s “grey/gray”. My MBH did not know me when I was in single digits…we met at college when I was 17 plus a few months.
Here’s a laugh, I am standing buying bunches of flowers at Walmart in my Capri tights, a sleeveless top and a flowing sheer caftan with sandals and a straw fedora, native looking beads and bangles. Thinking I am looking pretty cool in my tropical ensemble.
Little boy goes by in cart, looks over and yells out, “look mama, she’s a witch!”
Mama says to shush up. I just laughed. I must look weirder than I thought!
Should have wiggled your nose at the kid, Samantha-style. He’d probably never seen the show in reruns, though.
I was using a Kroger loyalty card for points toward a gasoline discount, until they took almost a year to remodel their store, during which it was almost unshoppable (new word?); the bottom dropped out of gasoline prices; and there is a nice market that is a forth the distance of the Kroger store from my house. I think there was some controversy about the Lowe’s discount over it applying only to active duty and retired military and not to veterans. (Could ahve been Home Depot.) The sporting goods store where I purchased my SIG Sauer firearm back in December had a sign at the register stating they gave a 10% discount to LE and military. I pulled out a copy of my DD214 and asked the cashier if that would apply to veterans. “Sure,” he said, saving me $60 just like that. Never hurts to ask.
Discounts are of course a matter of company policy, and I can live without them. Ones for my military service are appreciated, though, especially when I remember the amount of my first month’s Air Force pay check. Or my last one, four years and four promotions later, for that matter.
George, I think there is a sign at my market’s checkout register warning people to expect to be ID carded for tobacco purchases if they are under 40 years of age. Probably company policy, as the authorities in this area are known for running lots of sting operations on sellers of tobacco and alcohol.
OK, c ex-p, perhaps this will help with your “geezerity”. 🙂 Remove blouse with your eyes.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/af/51/03/af5103623e81b614eacd7cfc7bc6c4ff.jpg
I thought I was being original. Had a minor dispute with the bank and told the cashier I’d been banking there since before her mother was born. She called me on it and turned out she was right. Her mother was two when I opened the account.
Blagojevich’s gray hair apparently didn’t help him with the judge.
“Facebook Will Force Advertising on Ad-Blocking Users. The social network will use technology to disguise ads on its desktop service from ad-blocking software.” – Wall Street Journal
Yeah, boy, give me some of that! Where do I open my FB account?
Praise all gods of all faiths, Walmart and my primary physician got all my medications filled. The sweet clerk looked at the total and said, “We’re you expecting it to be xxxx dollars?” I asked if there was a discount that had been applied? He said, “Yes. Do you really want them all?”
He didn’t expect me to want them. Do not have a stroke and bypass surgery during open season for drug insurance. I will enroll on first day this year.