This particular edition of Colin Tedford’s Square Dance suggests what underground comics might have been in their nth iteration if maybe America and its cartoonists had progressed differently. For instance, what if, when head shops disappeared, the undergrounds migrated and were sold in farm and feed supply stores?

What if they’d made a wholesale shift into the funnies section of the free local papers? If they became less burdened by revolution and throwing off the shackles of repression and more fully cognizant of being irreparably part of “the system,” consequently committing to work from inside said system? If doing one’s own thing hinged less on sex, drugs and rock and roll and more on tending one’s own rows in the community garden?