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About michaellewisart

I am an artist, cartoonist, collector of hats, books, comics, toys, and movies. I am a big Film Noir and Hardboiled Fiction Fan. I am a fumbling memoirist (its hard when your my age and the memory is shot), an inveterate punsters and a computer illiterate (but doing the better). I've worked in the social services for some 33 years. I grew up in Las Vegas but have lived in Canada most of my life. I like Randy Newman, the Coen Brothers and Raymond Chandler. I like Thomas Hart Benton and Otto Dix. My mindscape is decorated mostly by the 1930s and the 1940s. I enjoy meeting new people, even when I've met them before.

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 40

After words, I took Helen for lunch to Fine’s Kettle Of Fish.

Joey Pratt Falls brought us two bowls of McGuffin Red Herring soup, then Helen said: “Boss, so No Bull Savage claimed his people haven’t any boarders which is how he could send those bunch of Nasty Partiers off island….”

“Yes.”

“So if the Hidawhy can come and go as they tease, does that have some clue as to how you and the German Shepherd, Fritz, got to Cuba several years ago?

Do you have some kind of a deal with the Hidawhy that gives you a pass?”

“Now Helen”, I said “that would be telling.”

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FISHING FOR ANSWERS

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And be sure to rush to the Nudestand for the next scandalous episode in the ongoing Shaggy Saga Of Sea Czar City.

In volume 7, Eve Angelica appeals (very much) to P.I. Hatrack to be her haughty guard.

You’ll be on hand and feet for Randy Jim’s divorce.

You’ll journey to the forgotten land of Amnesia and see the legend dairy of Moo, meet the Sacred Cow and its High Milkmaid, Meena, barely escape the attack of the Plod People and be home in time for an early election.

You’ll see John St. John, Gulp Island’s only illegal alien, and the nine wives of Omitt Cayenne.

You’ll fall under the spell of Baba Alley and go to The Fair To Midland and finally learn the secret of the German Shepherd Affair.

All this and so much less.

 

Remember kids,Gothic Comics still has back issues of “Cargo Cal And The Pilots” (featuring the return of Cal’s arch nemesis, Ape Lincoln) and “Army Aunts” (who go feeler to feeler with the Corkroaches of Wineland).

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Just send a request for the issues you want to Sleet And Hale Publications, Sea Czar City, Gulp Island, Bikini Triangle, Somewhere In The Specific Ocean.

 

 

 

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 39

I took Helen Wheels to the Glowers opening.

The hotel looks down on all of Sea Czar City.

It has a Helloplane port on the left side of the roof.

It has a game room for Hooky, named after J. Morgan’s late wife.

With Gelt was Jitters, his faithless butler and a new French maid.

Jitters told me later, the maid’s name is CoCo Eclair and I must admit she looked a testy bit of pastry.

Jitters said she has her own  line of perfume, Channel Sex. and is already  part of the Lipso Faxso catalogue .

Jitters also thinks she has designs on Minnie Beltz’s Clothes 9-5.

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COCO ECLAIR

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 38

The next mourning, The Bench Press headline read: JUSTA FORTUNE (KNEE HUNTER) HATRACK SUES HUSBAND FOR REMORSE.

“In a statement to this reporter, Mrs. Hatrack said ‘I’m going to take that gamey  old shooter for every marble he hasn’t already lost.’

The caption under the photo read: “Cereal Box  Heiress On The Arm Of Former J. Morgan Gelt Driver, Jod Spur’.

And as if that wasn’t even odd enough, the neighbouring headline gravely proclaimed: “Goldie Gelt, Long Suffering Wife Of J. Morgan Gelt, Dead”

The article went on to say: “Mrs. Gelt passed away shortly after arriving at the Abandon Hope Hospital.

She took a fall while visiting Easy Picken’s award-winning hen, Coopsa-Daisy.

Fowl play is not expected, though the Phantom Rooster was heard to crow.

Despite the sudden tragedy, Mr. Gelt still plans to be on hand for the officious opening of Gelt Glowers.”

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WHAT SHE HAS TO SHOW FUR IT

 

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 37

When I made it out to see my randy granddad at Casa Nova, the old rake had been banished, by Justa, to the garden shed.

“Your daddy, Peaeye, my son Floyd, was no better than me.” said the humble lie eater when he saw me at the door.

“We Hatracks have our hangups, luckily you take after your momma.

She was a Dotes.

They have goodness in grain.

Always feel your Dotes and you’ll do fine.”

I noticed there was a bottle of Niagara, “The Drink That Interrupts The Falls” on his bedside box, so I wasn’t so sure how much code there was in his re-morse.

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NOT ENOUGH ROOM IN THE DOG HOUSE

 

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 36

It was Lee Z. Gladstone who announced himself with a “She was only a scarecrow’s daughter but, oh my, how she left  all the boys raven” as he came through the office door.

He had a copy of Dime Magazine under his arm.

He slapped the weakly down on the desk.

“Thought you might want to see this, Duck Racy” he said.

Well I didn’t.

There it was on the inside, in lurid black and white with a headline that read: “Papa Rotzi, Bench Press Photog, Snaps Cereal Box Billionaire Having Dinner With All Twelve Fan Tan Dancers”.

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MAN OF THE MINUTE

 

 

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 35

I got a letter today from Marion Hood, maid aboard the Forget Me yacht and one time Sherwood Florist bandit.

When she got out of Redlamb, there was no work for someone with a record who wasn’t a singer.

Her partner in grime, Robin Archer, had after a fall, thought himself the Rubber Baron of  Amnesia, so it was iconic that the real Rubber Baron was the one who saved her.

But now she says the Rubber Baron is in a bind.

His band is overextended, his chic condos are leaking, his erasers wont and his gloves are all thumbs.

Without any more real rubber trees, he was conned by a fast walking salesman to invest in synthetics.

Now he feels like a real sap.

It all boils down to the fact that Marion may soon be birthless.

She fears she will end up a pirate on Torntoga.

Just another ex-con Valdeez.

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LETTERS FROM ROAM

 

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL 6, PAGE 34

Stopped off at Foodfull Market and picked up a bag of Woodchips, barbecue flavour, a box of Ripper’s Instant Slashed Potatoes, a Birdsthigh frozen ontray, a package of Easy Mix Fellow “The Man’s Desert” but put back the bottle of Wild Murky.

Last time I had any of that stuff, I was banned from Hon’s Wine Dining, unless accompanied by an adult.

I settled for half a sack of Schmaltz, “The Beer Already One Too Many” and a fistful of El Logos.

Ran into Pete Skates.

He is working parts time at Lem Berger’s Worl Of Gigs, making Thingamajigs, Deelybops,  and Dohinkys.

The rest of the time, he spends as a plumber’s helper for Hells Bells Heating And Plumbing.

Says he always comes home smelling high, to Heaven, but the truth is, he hasn’t touched a drop.

He plans to fix up the old Odd-At-Sea place like a real homer.

He is in the process of buying the spread from Laurel Lie’s uncle, Ajax, who is off on another epic cleanup campaign, somewhere in the outback of Basketune.

At night Pete regales the family with tales of monkey men, turtle shell games and lobster rodeos.

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FOODFULL MARKET

 

 
 
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