Childhood Nostalgia in the Merchant Marines

Right now, I am spending all the free time I have (and a large chunk of the not-so-free time, not to mention all the time-I-should-definitely-be-doing-something-else) inking the last pages of my Inbound 5 submission. Inbound 5 is all about food, and my story ("The Sardine's Tale") is a 10-page comic set on board a Norwegian bulk carrier in the mid-70's, told from the perspective of the chef's 5-year old daughter. There will be an abundance of food in the story (but no strawberry jelly), adventures in faraway restaurants, tall tales and cute pin-up girls. It's all a short-version tall tale of my own childhood in the Norwegian merchant marines, as seen through the typical nostalgic lens that seamen tend to remember those good old days.

Doggie Stroller

Today, we went for a daytrip to the cape and I saw (for the first time in my life) a doggie stroller. And it wasn't just an old-fashioned baby stroller used for a dog, no, it was an actual doggie stroller, designed for dogs (!) I have lived in the U.S. for ten years now, and I thought I had seen it all. But no...The funniest thing was when the dog caught sight of a rottweiler and an intense growling emerged from the stroller. I wanted to grab my camera and take a picture, but that would be rude, so I sketched the scene instead (and posted it on the internet). Maybe that's rude too. Oh well!