Drawn on the train, reflected in the window, Easter 2009
Here is the third leg of the stool, Greg. You can’t see them so well but he cultivates mutton-chops which would do honor to a Regency beau. In another vein, I shall observe that for a late Easter Sunday night, this nightclub actually had quite a few patrons- mostly young beautiful hipsters of various persuasions…perhaps a testament to the Abominable Twitch and his collaborators.
Here is my hurried impression of Dominic, the Twitch’s musical associate. DoJo is one of 2 violinists appearing in the current production of “Twelfth Night” at Navy Pier. He has been compelled to grow an imperial as a condition of employment, however he is happy to be acquiring an ear for Elizabethan dialogue.
My old pals Deb and Mike invited me to join them on Easter night to see their son Max, aka The Abominable Twitch, and associates perform at Rodan, a nightclub in Bucktown. Here is the Twitch deejaying.
This sketch is originally B&W inked…I colorized it with GIMP.
Mmmmm- corn on the cob!
Here’s another Tribune illustration…an R.Crumb inspired cheery fellow likely to brighten your day…or creep you out!
Here’s a Tribune
illustration honoring
the humble citron.
Don’t believe I ever ate
a citron, but I sampled
some citron liqueur which mon ami Mike brought back from
France, the epicenter of fine liqueurs. That’s a fine drink!
When Ann and I were in the wonderful land of Australia many years ago we ordered a pizza one evening while on an outing to Katoomba. One possible ingredient was the intriguing “capsicum”, so I had to try it and it turned out to be our common bell pepper! This one was drawn in Tobago but they’re good wherever you eat them.
This great old bell sits atop a post in front of the log cabin. Our host got it from his mother, but I was surprised that he uncharacteristically had no tale to tell of its history.