Thanks Stephen for being on Substack and making my day. I read all the signs, and often, as you do, play with the words, question the placement, and the appropriateness, in quiet amazement.
I remember my first cartoon sign, courtesy of Charles Schultz : Lucy’s “Psychiatrist Open 5c” and her brother Linus looking askance and Charlie Brown …
Thanks Stephen for being on Substack and making my day. I read all the signs, and often, as you do, play with the words, question the placement, and the appropriateness, in quiet amazement.
I remember my first cartoon sign, courtesy of Charles Schultz : Lucy’s “Psychiatrist Open 5c” and her brother Linus looking askance and Charlie Brown being … Charlie Brown
I was 10 yrs old, and had no idea what a psychiatrist was or what they did. I had just flown to Japan, and on our first night there, my Dad gave me a Peanuts comic book, filled with his daily strips.
I remember feeling jet-lagged, and distinctly “not getting” that particular strip, and saving it in my head, defaulting to another time, when so many of the other strips in that book brought about wry grins.
Isn’t that crazy (amazing) how your Substack and strips evoked that specific memory from 55 years ago?
Thanks Stephen for being on Substack and making my day. I read all the signs, and often, as you do, play with the words, question the placement, and the appropriateness, in quiet amazement.
I remember my first cartoon sign, courtesy of Charles Schultz : Lucy’s “Psychiatrist Open 5c” and her brother Linus looking askance and Charlie Brown being … Charlie Brown
I was 10 yrs old, and had no idea what a psychiatrist was or what they did. I had just flown to Japan, and on our first night there, my Dad gave me a Peanuts comic book, filled with his daily strips.
I remember feeling jet-lagged, and distinctly “not getting” that particular strip, and saving it in my head, defaulting to another time, when so many of the other strips in that book brought about wry grins.
Isn’t that crazy (amazing) how your Substack and strips evoked that specific memory from 55 years ago?
I’m honored! Peanuts strips taught me a lot. Comic strip paperbacks were my security blanket when I was ten.