My favorite line in the comic is “Mint juleps.”
At one time, Ric was married to a woman who liked the idea of living on an old-fashioned farm. I mean no offense to her. She was, and is, a great person. She once helped me get a job when I badly needed one. In the end, she simply wasn’t able to withstand the incredible pressures of life with Ric.
Anyway, she watched a show called Frontier House, where modern families tried to live as people in Montana did in the 1880s. I’ve always been interested in how, thanks to distance and cultural differences, time is strangely non-uniform. For instance: in my home town, the Great Depression seems to have lasted well into the ’50s. So, Ric and I would joke about how funny it would be for Ric to ruin Frontier House by showing up claiming to be one of the participants’ visiting cousin, the white suit-wearing southern dandy who refuses to help with chores and sits on the porch all day demanding mint juleps.
Once they got used to him, I would then show up as another cousin, the Saville Row tailor from Victorian London, who’s constantly measuring people’s inseams and offering to make them suits that cost more than their entire farm is worth.