BMac showed up at my door last night with a open box of wine and his glass half full. Bringing with him Shawn a buddy from New Orleans. Shawn is a Southern Gentleman. After he finished up his can of beer, he asked “Ma’am, where should I put this?” I’ve been addressed as Ma’am before this. But this time, for the first time I felt ok about it. He’s up for a summer of less heat, and less unconfined crude oil.
BMac mentioned that he he had been in Alaska since 1990. He missed our spill. At least the shock of it all. I told Shawn that I was so sorry for what has happened in the gulf.
Seeing B, drinking, talking, and coughing, I forgot to take of picture of them but here’s BMac circa. 2006.
That’s Jackie with her back to you.
The conjunction of B’s visit and Memorial Day reminded me that I had the comic.
Spent a good day cropping, copying, and trying to match colors. 1994, wow. I remember I wanted to draw like a ten year old boy with this one. I think I kinda did it.