Today's nostalgic rambling is significant for me because this cartoon was the first time I felt like I'd hit the big time. What I mean by the 'big time' is when someone cuts out a toon from the paper and hangs it up. Refrigerators are the MoMA for cartoonists.
I submerged myself in jazz for a while and had to order a lot of compact discs from a record store on the west end of my hometown. I'd stopped in to pick up an order that had come in and went to the back office with the owner to pick up my purchase. Taped to the wall next to the time clock was this cartoon. He had no idea I was the artist. He just thought the cartoon was funny enough to save and put up on the wall.
This particular cartoon is also noteworthy, because it was the first time my main characters came to life. Although they would got through a lot of evolution before I decided on their final appearance, this was where the 'relationship' started.
The curlers in the woman's hair were based on the memory of my older sister. When she went to junior high school, the style was to roll your hair in discarded cans from frozen orange juice. While the wife would evolve over time to tighter rollers and simpler slippers, the husband is almost complete in how he looks today.
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