Tag: memory

“Donald” was a gentleman I met, through my work, many years ago. He was chivalrous, adored women and the female form, the walls and ceiling of his home were dedicated to his art. He also wrote poetry and wanted to share this with Mark and me. Hence this little comic strip. I have to say, “Donald’s” art and poetry were much, much better than his driving and particularly his complete abandonment of the Highway Code. I was very fond of him and remember him with a smile.