Friday, August 29, 2008

Memories.

Fascinating phenomenon: The older I get, the fewer memories I have! And like many of us, the fondest memories are often of vacations. I vaguely remember having a vacation. But oh, if my luggage could only talk!

This weekend we're driving to Detroit for a wedding. Vacation? Detroit? Hardly. More like punishment for unrepentant sin. Maybe Mr. Suitcase will have a good time.

10 comments:

macus romero said...

nice one!!! love the style!! :)

Finch said...

While spot on - your illo does not leave me looking forward to my impending road trip with my parents this weekend. I can just see our luggage making a break for it... I'd like to join it to be honest, four hours in a car with my mum reading every billboard along the side of the road? No thanks.

Anyways, fantastic job - I love the style and the composition.

Connie said...

Love this drawing and can share the problem with trying to remember what memories means! It depends on where you are driving to Detroit from; there are lots of cool places on the way to Detroit, like Harbor Springs.

Juan said...

Great piece. Love your style!

Roberta said...

You've got style......and wit!
Great one!

INDIGENE said...

Great illustration! I know what you mean, I call it middle age fog! And boy do I have it! lol!

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Solvere volo said...

:) So funny!!!! :)

Doug said...

once I looked in my rear view mirror and saw my suitcases skating down the road behind me like hockey pucks. Not much fun for Mr. Suitcase THAT day....

FRANK M HANSEN said...

Very nice cartoon illo. Very effective and fun to look at. Great energy in your work.

Tomás Serrano said...

I like this cartoon. It remains me the old cartoons of the New Yorker.