When I first started drawing A&J, an old geezer in Tupelo, Miss., told me, “Keep drawin’ th’ purty girls, an’ you’ll do all right!” Well, actually, he wrote me, but I thought for our purposes I’d cast him in character. Sorry, Tupelo! Being the idealistic young man of elevated consciousness that I was, married to a young woman of even keener sensibilities, I chuckled at the old man’s advice and wrote if off as quaint. Of course, he was right.