How to Harken Back to Simpler Times

This strip is slightly exaggerated, but not as much as the Sunnyside, Washington chamber of commerce might hope.

I’ve been pretty mean to my home town, and I intend to continue. But it’s not really so bad, as small towns go. It’s just . . . I have this theory that there are two kinds of people who are born in small towns. Some reach their teenage years, look around, and say “Yeah, this is good. I think I’ll stay here.” Others reach that same age, look around, and say “I need to get as far away from here as possible, as fast as I can.”

My older brother still lives in the Yakima Valley, only a town or two away from Sunnyside, and seems quite happy there. I live in Phoenix, Arizona – a huge, sprawling metroplex. I like it, even though I live in a scrub-infested desert with regular sandstorms and, inexplicably, there are feed lots and corn fields within a five-minute drive of my house, things I complain about in this comic.

Oh, and we did build a fort out of tumbleweeds when we were kids. It was scratchy.

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