My best friend and I spend hours and hours in each other
homes playing. We have known each other since kindergarten and were friend
since 2nd grade - maybe even earlier. His father worked for the prestigious
Philadelphia Inquirer. This was back when
being a reporter meant researching and reporting and not recycling rhetoric and
citing blogs like today.
I can remember quite clearly a small item framed on a wall
in their house. It was a drawing. Somewhat
unassuming except when you looked at it, it looked familiar. Even when I was 9 or 10 years old I recognized
the style. It was a personalized cartoon
from Bil Keane. He drew my friend’s
family in a one panel, just like Bil Keane drew his own family every day for
the newspaper.
It was years before I asked how my friend ended up in that
frame, in that cartoon, on that wall. It’s
a simple enough story. Bil Keane and his father knew each other. They crossed paths and got to know each other
well enough for a drawing to be done. I really
don’t know if they were good friends or just nodding acquaintances.
On Thursday at SDCC, I saw that Bil’s sons would be at the National
Cartoon Society’s booth. With fond memories,
I headed over to the booth and got both Jeff and Christopher to sign one their
father’s books.
We chatted and I asked if they knew my friend’s father; it was
an off chance. How many of your parent’s friend, especially work friends, do
you know? They admitted they didn’t know
the name. They did have great memories of being Back East and later Arizona;
something we had in common.
We chatted a little more; just small talk. I left, slightly nostalgic and thinking about
my friend in that frame, in that cartoon, on that wall.
AH
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