[[SYLVIA from strip #529, SAMANTHA and SIDNEY on a train.]]
SAMANTHA: I can't believe Grandpa asked you to burn some box he'd hidden.
What do you think's in it?
SIDNEY: It's prob'ly something senile. Like toothpicks. Or clams.
SAMANTHA: I bet it's saucy letters from his first true love, before he met Nana.
Or spy documents he was never able to deliver to his true masters in North Korea.
SYLVIA: Maybe it's packed with an incense he picked up somewhere on his travels.
Lost in limbo after his death, he will seek out its fragrant smoke as it rises through the clouds as a pathway to follow toward Heaven.
[[Later, they open the box.]]
CAPTION: Alas:
SYLVIA: Dangit.
CLAMS.
{{Header: take a peek at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{Alt-Text: I KNEW it}}
I KNEW it
(Continued, of course, from In which Sylvia finds a Project)
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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