By Smaktakula
Tardsie has missed his last two check-ins. Although we’ve temporarily lost contact with the intrepid knapsack, we remind readers that Tardsie is a seasoned traveler, who’s no doubt having so much fun that he forgot to check in.
"Hello? Hey, Can Anyone Hear Me? I'd Like To Come Home Now. Hello?"
“O bury me not…” And his voice failed there.
But they took no heed to his dying prayer.
In a narrow grave, just six by three
They buried him there on the lone prairie.”
Promethean Times 
Guess he found some of those nubile farmer daughters…
Hmmm, I hope he didn’t accept any rides with flannel-shirted, cowboy-booted strangers. Those roads can be dark and deserted. Really deserted…
Tardsie mentioned something about “Stark Weather.”
Maybe he’s out shopping for a shirt for T-rev.
oh good grief. hope that’s not his self portrait.
Sadly, it is. Keep in mind, however, that the poor fellow lacks opposable thumbs. Thanks, TR!
Tardsie seems a little stranded there, so even if the poor fellow didn’t lack opposable thumbs, it might be hard to get a ride. Simply because no one might be coming by for a long time.