This comic strip is pretty much a true story. When it first appeared in newspapers six years ago, I received a message from Jon Gnagy’s daughter, thanking me for remembering her father that way, which pleased me of course. I was shocked and disappointed on my first trip to Paris to find no Gnagys hanging in the Louvre. I can imagine this grates on the late Mr. Gnagy’s family as well. I hope my little memoir helped compensate in some way. Seriously, if you follow the above link, you’ll see the man really could paint and draw. (Actually, his name is pronounced closer to “Nagey” than “Naggy.”)