Garfield likes lasagna. He doesn’t like Mondays. I like Garfield and collect Garfield memorabilia—starting with the item I’d grab if my house caught on fire: the Garfield phone. It is a classic landline, whose eyes open and close based on if the phone is on the receiver. Embarrassingly, it wasn’t until after acquiring the phone that I learned more about the item’s legacy. The phone is known for the fact that loads of them washed ashore on a beach in France after a shipping container fell into the ocean in the 80s. I can only dream of walking down the shore of that beach, surrounded by my favorite item. Maybe if I pick up my own landline, I’ll be able to hear the ocean. There’s a lot we can learn from Garfield. He’s honest. His mere presence implies humor. He represents a permission to rest and indulge in the pleasures of life. I believe this is why he’s slapped onto so much bootleg merchandise, such as my shirt that features an image of him lying down with a thought bubble of unintelligible English. He teaches us to be grateful for what we have, the good and the bad. If you ever want to chat about Garfield, give me a call. You know how I’ll answer.
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