Lynn's Comments: This strip was done for a friend whose little son was so afraid of the water that he had to have all the flotation devices available before he'd go into the pool. He had the inflated arm rings, a life jacket, and when he could, he'd squeeze into an inflatable "doughnut" as well. The funny thing is, this young man is now a deep sea diver who specializes in the inspection and maintenance of underwater structures. Posts, moorings, rigs and sea walls are all part of his underwater work—quite a change from the boy who was afraid of the water! Bourton has also become a clean sea advocate. He donates many hours of his time to finding and removing "ghost nets" from British Columbia's coastal waterways. He and the others who are cleaning up our oceans and beaches are unsung heroes. The next generation is a great one!
Lynn's Comments: The name Rhetta was for a friend's daughter. I liked her name so much, I put it in the strip.
Lynn's Comments: When I was doing this grocery store series, I had no plans to connect Michael with his co-worker, Rhetta. As in real life, stuff just happened. Things like this took me by surprise—and I just went with it. Sometimes the surprise worked out, sometimes it didn't. Either way, it added interest to the story.
Lynn's Comments: One problem with scenes in a grocery store is you have to draw grocery carts. These things are awful to draw! Photos are good, but you have to find a good one—and a photo shows just one position. When I found a tiny toy shopping cart in San Francisco, I was thrilled! I still use it as a 3D model.
Lynn's Comments: In today's world, I would have rewritten the last panel. Women don't "belong" to anyone!
Lynn's Comments: This was done following an attempt to set up a family tent. My guess is that we didn’t bother to follow the instructions!
Lynn's Comments: The cell phone has changed the way we do everything. When my characters have to get in touch with someone, you can really see that this is a retro strip!
Lynn's Comments: This happened to a friend of mine. His windows were stuck in the down position as his car entered the automated wash. He said, through clenched teeth, "It wasn't even funny at the time."
Lynn's Comments: I recently had an appointment where the receptionist had incredibly long nails—to the extent that she couldn't type easily or send a message on her phone. "Holy smokes!" I said, "Those things are a handicap!" It wasn't the nicest thing to say. It just popped out. I was embarrassed. I apologized and was happy to leave. I thought, "That was something my mother would say!" My outspoken mother died at the age of 72. "Hi, Mom!"