A few weeks ago my "baby sister" (now 51) finally finished straightening out our late mother's estate and got the house sold. The Sunday after we signed off on the sale, Sis and I met up out at Mom's house to grab a last few things we wanted to save before the Salvation Army guys cleared the place out.It turns out my sister had found and put aside for me a couple of boxes filled with old reprints of my high school and college newspaper cartoons and old studio class sketchbooks from my senior year of college. Among the sketchbooks was one nearly half full of old comic strips and cartoons I'd done for Outlaws, the old DC Yippie 'zine, the summer after the notorious 1978 White House Smoke-In -- work I thought had been lost forever.
I was surprised at how little I winced as I flipped through the sketchbooks. Granted, the gags are rather obscure and unarguably dated, but technically the work itself still actually holds up rather well.
