A child stands by a meal table. An adult man stands with arms folded to his right.
CHILD: Dad. Dad. What do you see?
DAD: Wow! I see you finished all your food!
CHILD: But WHAT do you SEE? On the PLATE?
DAD (peering closer): Uh...nothing? It looks empty?
DAD: Crumbs? I see crumbs!
CHILD: NO! What do you SEE!!
DAD (peering even closer): I see CRUMBS! I don't know!
DAD: HELP ME! What do you WANT me to see??
CHILD: TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE!!!!
DAD (bent nearly double with the peering): I'm TELLING you WHAT I SEE! I see CRUMBS! Nothing else!!
CHILD (calmly): NO. There's crumbs...AND A BIG CRUMB.
Later. Mom has her hands on her hips, looking across the room.
MOM: Stop throwing our child through windows! They're VERY expensive to reglaze!
DAD: This time it REALLY couldn't be helped
It's Crumb City. The big crumb is City Hall. These are distinct for some reason.
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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