Years ago, there was a guy in my neighborhood whose front yard served as the end line for our makeshift “street” football field. An unfortunate fact for us kids, a less than thrilling fact for this guy’s meticulously manicured lawn. His seething, beet-red face, barked out expletives every time our ball landed in his yard. Retrieving it was a whole other story…
Interestingly, the expression on my drawing bears an uncanny resemblance to Mr. Lawn guy’s permanently vexed face.
Happy New Year!