The cure for Boston workaholism
In Christopher Baldwin’s moodily brilliant Bruno, there’s a great moment early in the strip’s run where a Minneapolis (or St. Paul) punk says to Bruno: “…but I’m not an emotionally constipated self-degrading punk on a reckless streak. Are all New Englanders so uptight?” Her reply: “Lemmings march into a drowning watery grave, elephants go to [...]
