“Why don’t you trust me?!”


Flashbacks such as this one, flights of imagination and surreal whimsy always are fun to draw, because, let’s face it, a lot of what passes for action in Arlo and Janis takes place on the sofa or at the kitchen table. The strip would be a lot duller for all of us if I couldn’t bust loose now and then.

Concerning youthful indiscretion, I was given a lot of freedom by my parents to roam at will, within certain boundaries that were more understood than specified. Maybe this was possible, because I really was not a wild child. Still, things happened the memory of which raise the hairs on my neck today. It’s a wonder any of us survived.