Garage humor
In the throws of systematically dismantling my childhood home, I came across this priceless clipping. Found in an envelope simply titled, ‘cartoons’, nothing could have been more perfect for my parents.
Our garage became a running family joke, jam packed with everything from a full woodshop to my childhood crib; she was always trying to get my dad to clean it out.
As we embark on the task of cleaning this out, I can’t help but think we will find more Elaine-like treasures buried within the junk.
Hey, anyone need a vintage lawnmower?
Elaine-isms 