It’s December 1981 and the sawmill I work at is shutting down for the winter. Life for Louie and Bruce and the gang goes on, though this is the last full-feature strip of them at the mill until 1983.
No one does a better pratfall than Louie. But falling into a debarking machine isn’t my idea of a fun ride.
I hope this comic strip manages a chuckle from my readers. But I understand if the story goes over the heads of everyone unfamiliar with the workings of sawmills.
Until my next post, peace and love everybody. And Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow to my American readers.