What made my day after the case was dismissed was that the court secretary asked if the judge could have my drawing. Exhibit "A" was put up in the staff room as a sample of original art by yours truly. It wasn’t a comic strip, but it was still pretty funny!
This actually happened. You can’t make this stuff up!
If I say so myself, I did draw up a great diagram.
The other driver’s lawyer really did deliver an explanation like this. It was impossible to understand and yet the judge kept nodding as if it was all perfectly clear.
If this didn’t happen, it should have.
Gone was the long, ragged hair, the scrubby beard and the ratty clothing. The guy who ran into me had been transformed into a model citizen.
At my first divorce hearing, there were people in the back of the courtroom eating their lunch. They came every day to watch the proceedings. Better, I was told, than daytime TV. They were privileged to hear some of the most intense and intimate personal information. I wondered why this came under the heading of democracy.
I have a chum who’s a lawyer. She likes to say that people too often get advice from the law firm of "Family & Friends".
I did make up a detailed diagram and it did have flaps on it to show how the accident happened. I was grateful for my training as an animator!
I was convinced I could prove to the judge that the accident was not my fault.
This is a true story.
Don, my brother in law, routinely consolidated all the leftover crumbs and stale cereal remnants into one box which was called "Daddy’s Cereal". While staying with my in-laws one weekend, I inadvertently poured myself a bowl of "DC" and discovered a satisfyingly new breakfast taste sensation. We began Don’s tradition in our home and I continue, even now, to enjoy this always evolving potpourri of dried cereal leftovers.
Farley was so much fun to draw. I must have said this before…and here I am saying it again. If I had a favourite cartoon character, Farley was it.