Rick Courtright
Hawkeye
Hi,
That name will be familiar to many here, perhaps totally unknown to some. So just for background, Stan Lynde drew a comic strip about life in an old Western town from around 1958 to 1981 called Rick O'Shay. There were many characters, with my favorite two being Rick, the All American good guy Sheriff, and Hipshot Percussion, the quintessential Western gunslinger and assumed to be bad guy. Hipshot's dressed in black from hat to boots, and is hardly ever seen with his hat off.
It's Easter morning, very early, and the town folks, with Sheriff Rick in the lead, are all headed toward church. Hipshot's riding the other way. Rick asks him if he isn't going to church, since it IS Easter. No, he's got an appointment answers Hipshot as he keeps riding out of town.
In the last frame, we see Hipshot standing at the edge of a big canyon, looking eastward. Across the canyon are mountains, and the sun is just creeping over the top of one. We see Hipshot, standing off his horse, facing the sunrise, hat in hand, with the words that have stayed with me every Easter for a half century or so: "I'm sorry I'm late, Sir!"
Happy Easter all, and please remember what it's really all about!
Rick C
That name will be familiar to many here, perhaps totally unknown to some. So just for background, Stan Lynde drew a comic strip about life in an old Western town from around 1958 to 1981 called Rick O'Shay. There were many characters, with my favorite two being Rick, the All American good guy Sheriff, and Hipshot Percussion, the quintessential Western gunslinger and assumed to be bad guy. Hipshot's dressed in black from hat to boots, and is hardly ever seen with his hat off.
It's Easter morning, very early, and the town folks, with Sheriff Rick in the lead, are all headed toward church. Hipshot's riding the other way. Rick asks him if he isn't going to church, since it IS Easter. No, he's got an appointment answers Hipshot as he keeps riding out of town.
In the last frame, we see Hipshot standing at the edge of a big canyon, looking eastward. Across the canyon are mountains, and the sun is just creeping over the top of one. We see Hipshot, standing off his horse, facing the sunrise, hat in hand, with the words that have stayed with me every Easter for a half century or so: "I'm sorry I'm late, Sir!"
Happy Easter all, and please remember what it's really all about!
Rick C