Jim Tyler, my Man of the Year

Found this while helping my sister clean out her house.

This is in Wisconsin somewhere. My beautiful sister holding baby Joy, circa 1980. Harry her husband is next to her holding Case, her son (you can just see his arm) . Mother Teresa turned to greet them, and as the photographer snapped the picture, Joy reached up to pull at her scarf.

Lobby-ing

The #1 reason I want at least one of those Eisner noms to turn into a win - my sister Ginia. When I told her about the nominations, she was so uplifted by the news over there at the hospice place. 

You have often seen her depicted in my comics. She came with me to San Diego in 2010. I hope this video loads. She cracked me up. Remember,  she has a PhD in Inter-Religious Studies and heads the Masters Program at St. Mary-of-the-Woods College. Studied at Oxford. She’s also a former nun and currently a Sisters of Providence Associate.

The video starts out as Ginia goes out into the Comic Con lobby dressed in her nightgown & swag-bag accessories . . .     Dammit! The video will not load. So for now, this page from You'll Never Know, where she & Mom and I are having a conversation will have to suffice. She's on the upper left corner, her color is green. I'm blue, Mom's orange.

And it was all Yellow

Happy Easter in Mom's hats.

My sister is so skinny that she has to wear a baseball cap to keep a hat on. Note how her college ring just hangs there. F#ing cancer.

Despite all this, she's got a great smile and deep faith. I have to attribute my not falling completely apart to the practice of mindful awareness.

We always had a thing for Peeps.

I came across an empty parcel of land for sale out in the middle of nowhere, and when I went to check into its history on the auditor's website, this picture came up.

The Wild Bunch

Kim Thompson and me and Jerry Moriarty having a wild time at SPX a few years back. Don't remember who took the pic. Identify yourself!!!

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Good people of the world! I have taken your comments from my last posting to heart . . about quitting FB. I don't want to give you up completely - by no means. I have met so many cool new folks and reconnected with old pals and all else that's fun in between. What I realize I must do is call it hiatus or sabbatical. Quit is so final. Yeesh. I'm kind of sick of things being final. I'm going to get help with managing the out of control news feed for starters. And I've got to figure out this blog thing again. I've got an Etsy site that’s bonkers. 6 email accounts. A twitter account that I never ever use is under the name Crystal Meth. My website’s obsolete and I don't know how to fix it. OY. Eventually, it'll all be great. In the mean time, I'm working on Tomatoes for Cincinnati Magazine every month. Inside back page. Here is a link to the editor's comments. xoxo ct

http://www.cincinnatimagazine.com/editorsletter/story.aspx?ID=1841540