Yea, Though I Walk Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

It's an especially fulfilling Lockhorns Sunday. Leroy is no back row Presbyterian, as we see in Panel One. He's right there in the front pew, a mere arm's length from the preacher, thus lending his witty criticism of the preacher's prolixity a spectacular profoundness. In Panel Two, Loretta is at it again, rewording an old proverb for the purposes of nagging Leroy over anything convenient, in this case his ineptitude as a handyman. Center Panel has the Lockhorns dining out in style. Although Leroy appreciates the opportunity of an edible meal for a change, he's still frugal enough to appeal to Loretta's vanity to cut down the costs. Loretta's ridiculously anachronistic mother makes an appearance in Panel Four, producing an idiotic spectacle that Leroy finds most unappealing, as he reveals to his equally morose neighbor. Leroy is probably implying that he prefers a stretch in prison to his present life. Panel Five brings us to another Levittown cocktail bash, sans the bimbos. Leroy has nothing to do but get smashed, provided the liquor's any good. Most of the guests seem to be busy deciphering somebody's handwriting for some untold reason. Loretta suggests that today's nutty technological world has rendered handwriting a thing of the past.