Anyone else thinking about the creepy “Family Circus” cartoons with dead grandparents?

My 85-year-old dad loves to tell the story of hitching a ride with Ike. Though it wasn’t a motorcade, it was his airplane. My dad was in the Air Force and needed a lift back to his base. Apparently, Ike ignored all of the suits on the plane and spent the whole time chatting with my dad.

City, ha! It’s hardly even a thing. Acres of McMansions hard up against each other and a few strip malls. Ugh. It’s the worst.