The latest Sleeper Ave. story, “Stumping Zeebo,” seems to have hit home with many readers. It drew a number of comments.
Kathleen had this to say:
Oh Ed, Thank you! I’m 72 and recognize many of your memories as my own. I was just telling the grandmother of one of my students today, (Who was making “dirt-blood” at the laboratory table in my studio ) that I see little girls in this new generation do what used to be “boy” things. Then you throw this at me, and I think, wow, there were girls like that, even back then! Thank you. I’ve been put in my place. And thanks for your work; I really enjoy it.
Rita, who worries about me excessively, said:
Oh Little Eddie, this one made me weep…
Larry, who noted that I gave the doll to my sister:
Lucky Linda! I had almost forgotten about Zeebo the Clown, so thanks. And how appropriately that it was in Eddy, Texas…
Lisa was succinct:
Really enjoyed today’s comic…we’ve all been there.
Laurie more than liked it.
Love it love it – what torturous memories – but fun too!!
Beth wasn’t at all sympathetic:
Great, Ed – if I had been that girl, I would also have taken the pair of shoot-em-ups! That is to say, if I hadn’t already had a pair… Actually, even then. I couldn’t stand girls’ toys!
Adonna had a similar experience:
I remember trying to stump Zeebo too and drew something akin to the picture today. He made it into a plate of spaghetti. Disappointing but fun.
It gave Suellen a case of the cringes:
Ooh. Your comic made me cringe and whimper out loud. I can feel your decades-old pain!
Finally, Daniel said this:
Loving all your stories but this one takes the cake so far! The whole series is brilliant, Ed; poignant, heartfelt, and universal. Thanks for sharing it with your audience!
I’ll accept brilliant. Thanks for all your comments.
Several of my friends have commented that, based on the stories I’ve told, I seem to have had more than my share of disappointments in my youth. I don’t know about that; I suspect that we tend to remember the things that affect us emotionally and to forget the more mundane events of our lives. I’m betting we all have memories of our embarrassing moments, and that they shaped us as much as the positive ones.
Looking back, I seem to have been pretty resilient, because these minor disappointments and little humiliations, while I remember them vividly and take a perverse pleasure in drawing about them, didn’t seem to have any lasting negative impact. If anything, they instilled in me a healthy appreciation for how ironic and funny life can be–the perfect attitude for a cartoonist.