First things first: Yes, the seven thousand stray cats I feed at my back door are being fed while I'm away. Carolyn is there to feed them. (It's not really seven thousand. It's more like five with an occasional guest star. But when I look at what I'm spending on Friskies, it seems like seven thousand.)
Sergio Aragonés picked me up this morning, we motored to the airport and now we (and our collaborators on Groo, Stan Sakai and Tom Luth) are in Kansas City, MO. Tomorrow and Sunday, we will be doing the Guest of Honor bit at the Mo-Kan Comics Conspiracy, a convention of some import. If you're around, we'll be around.
So far, we're getting the Kansas City Royal Treatment. Our hosts took us on a tour of the Liberty Memorial, a place to remember World War I for those inclined to forget such things. Then it was over to Union Station, a building of impressive architecture and the scene of a famous crimeland massacre. A few years ago, writer Ande Parks (a local) penned an acclaimed graphic novel about the crime and tonight, Ande was nice enough to give us a personally guided tour of where it all happened. Then a whole group of us steaked it up at the Hereford House, a popular venue in which to devour dead cow. Tomorrow, we commence the much-awaited taste test of K.C. barbecue emporiums. It won't be much of a test since we'll only get to two BBQ places, three tops. But we'll call 'em as we eat 'em.
That's about it, diary-wise. Don't expect a lot of postings until I'm back in my own area code…but we'll try to keep you entertained enough to not un-bookmark this site.