[[A man wearing a baseball uniform stands by a woman in a bonnet.]]

Woman: Hi.
Man: GROOB

Man: Um, I mean…. uh

[[They stare at one another.]]

[[Now an old man, the fellow strums a harp piningly. Two children look on.]]

Old man: …and then she walked out of my life forever.
Girl: Grandpa we have heard this story like eight billion freaking times

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[[A man wearing a baseball uniform stands by a woman in a bonnet.]]

Woman: Hi.
Man: GROOB

Man: Um, I mean…. uh

[[They stare at one another.]]

[[Now an old man, the fellow strums a harp piningly. Two children look on.]]

Old man: …and then she walked out of my life forever.
Girl: Grandpa we have heard this story like eight billion freaking times

{{header: reminisce at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: apparently the oral history will stop at this generation}}

[[A man wearing a baseball uniform stands by a woman in a bonnet.]]

Woman: Hi.
Man: GROOB

Man: Um, I mean.... uh

[[They stare at one another.]]

[[Now an old man, the fellow strums a harp piningly. Two children look on.]]

Old man: ...and then she walked out of my life forever.
Girl: Grandpa we have heard this story like eight billion freaking times

{{header: reminisce at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: apparently the oral history will stop at this generation}}

apparently the oral history will stop at this generation

#149; In which Grandpa tells that Story again

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20 years ago (in photocomic form)

June 9, 2026 by David Malki !

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!