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Spring allergies can be hazardous to Team Legacy’s lunch..

From "The Return of the Blob" in The X-Men #7, September 1964. Stan Lee script, Jack Kirby pencils, Chic Stone inks, Stan Goldberg (?) colors, Artie Simek pencils. Photoshop color reduction.

Artfight Attack for Fraubbles

7 July 2026

I got up this morning and immediately started doing things. I knew better. My first bright idea was to empty the paper shredder — a terrible decision at that hour — but I had a foolproof plan: flip the container upside down into a plastic bag. Well, never underestimate a fool. Half the confetti slid straight down my front and the rest sprinkled across the floor like a ticker‑tape parade gone wrong.

I still haven’t cleaned it up. I’m waiting for the rest of the household to wake before I fire up the vacuum. At this time of morning, it’s usually just Charlie and me shuffling around. C’est la vie.

Do auto manufacturers even make hubcaps anymore? I haven’t owned a car with hubcaps in decades. My teenage dream was a ’55 or ’56 Chevy with black rims and baby‑moon hubcaps — a fantasy from a long, long time ago in a state far, far away. Instead, I wound up with a beat‑up Chevy pickup that had “potential,” but potential costs money, and I had none. Any repair parts came from the junkyard down the street. I think the truck had two, maybe three hubcaps. Three sounds odd, but it matched the mismatched retread tires perfectly.

If someone drew a comic strip of that era, it would only need two frames: Dream and Reality.

Honestly, I’m shortchanging the story, because that truck did have an 8‑track tape player bolted under the dash — ready to blast rock and roll through two old bare speakers I wedged behind the seat. That part was pure glory.

“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.” — Oscar Wilde

“You can’t have everything. Where would you put it?” — Steven Wright