Tragedy occasionally trails in its wake a few glimmers of joy.
When Deborah and I went to pay our respects at the memorial ceremony for Mike Bishop's slain son Jamie, we finally got to meet Jamie's sister Stephanie Loftin, her husband Bridger, and their two kids, Annabel (eight years old) and Joel (six years old). Talking with these bright grandkids of my pal Mike, I learned that although they were big readers, they remained unaware of the great medium of comics.
Such a deficiency could not stand!
I'm a big proselytizer of comics for kids. As we lament the waning of comics-reading among a new generation, it's up to all of us to encourage such practices where we can. I've hooked three nieces and the children of my publisher on this artform. And besides, it's just plain fun to see kids light up with excitement at encountering comics.
So off went shipments of books to the Loftin household.
Yesterday in the mail came back the lovingly hand-accented vase you see depicted above.
I am rewarded far beyond measure.