The ones Elen requested recently were “Harrow County.” She texted photos to me, and Tom ordered them.
Unnngh, I say. But at least we’ve all cheated death and made it to another Wednesday.
Comic books are not the same comic books we read when I was growing up. There was a little dry goods store in the town we grew up in (not the one with the soda fountain!) that sold comic books, and if we brought them back in good condition, we were paid 5¢ for each. What a bonus!
Of course, I remember Pogo, Li’l Abner, Lulu, and in later years, Calvin & Hobbes and the ever awesome Mother Goose and Grimm. There are others, of course. But there was a day when comics were funny.
The printer isn’t printing black, now, although its doing better than it was yesterday. I can only think it was because some dust got blown into the thing from the wind storm we had and the fact that the door was open. I’ve cleaned the print heads and nozzles and will do it again today to see if it improves.
The alternative is to contact Epson and see what they recommend.