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That is my favorite farside ever!
Cool.
Gary Larson:
Low tides and wetlands always called to my older brother. Armed with nets, jars, flashlights, and an insatiable curiosity he was always heading off in a quest for creatures of the not-so-deep. And his younger brother (that would be me) would often accompany him on these mostly mucky “expeditions.”
I look back now and see that it was my emulation of my brother that spawned my own awe and love of Nature, and I see now, too, that it was largely my brother’s sense of humor that shaped my own in those formative years. (It was he, for example, who showed me the beauty and wonder of a jellyfish, and it was he who showed me the beauty and wonder of smacking your sibling in the face with that same jellyfish.)
If I had not had an older brother, or if I had had a different older brother, I know that “The Far Side” would have been much, much different. Something like this, I would guess.
Saved by a jellyfish to the head.
In memory of my brother, Dan
What a Big Meanie though...
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