Buster Brown Ad, 1908

Advertisement by Richard F. Outcault featuring Buster Brown, 1908.

Postcard - Ocean Shores, Washington - 1970s

"Ocean Shores Golf Club. Home of Pat Boone Celebrity Classic. Ocean Shores, Washington 98551. Eighteen Holes - 6145 Yards - Par 72 - Providing many challenges the first nine holes border the man-made canal. The second nine holes are lined with beautiful trees."

"Long tee shots and large velvet greens provide a golfing experience on a course often referred to as the finest in the West. Club House has a coffee shop, dining room, 19th Hole, Sauna Baths, Electric Carts, and a Pro Shop featuring fine sports wear and equipment. Centrally located, these facilities cater to conventions and special Tournaments."


Probably from the 1970s.

I have a lot of Scots blood, but the allure of golf remains elusive to me. I think Robin Williams' bit on golf pretty much pegs my attitude on this surreal sport. When my Father was in his 20s he had a set of golf clubs, the bag, etc. because he thought knowing the sport would help him rise in the private sector. We're talking JFK era here. He always called those clubs "idiot sticks," and promptly dumped them when we moved from the city to the farm.

Morty Comix # 2404

Morty Comix # 2404 was drawn on a notepad given to me as an incentive to subscribe to the magazine Golf Digest, which is very strange since I have never played golf and have no desire to learn. In fact, the whole world of sports strikes me as incredibly and expensively absurd, but I recognize I am very much in the minority view here in America and realize millions find joy and meaning in this activity. This is a major part of the human experience most people find very important but has somehow escaped me. I just don't get it. But I'm OK with being a freak in this regard.

Sports have appeared in my comix. In my book Dog of Dawn Dog of Dusk I highlighted the historical sport of Dog Butting, introduced to me by my friend Bob Richart, who was featured in an altered way as a character in the story. Also in State of Beings # 5 I proposed my new baseball team, the Stationary Pus-Filled Pancakes.

Sarah introduced me to Robin Williams' great take on golf a few years ago. The fact I have a healthy dose of Scottish blood made me laugh even harder.

Page 2-3 of this Morty Comix came from two leftover old post-its I had from Morty Comix # 2394, which were affixed to an outside door almost two weeks ago and were, incredibly, still there when I drove by  today even though the weather here has been rainy and windy!

Anyway, since someone in my town has seen fit to take down anything I put up on the Post Office community bulletin board, rip it into shreds and throw it away, I decided to tuck this Morty Comix behind the bulletin board. I know who the perpetrator is and I highly doubt she follows this blog, so I think this one will survive her strange and unvoiced hostility to my work.

McCleary is kind of a weird place. I tried to capture the culture in my Bezango WA 985 series. We enable our many local eccentrics and that adds to the surrealism.