My brother Corey has many talents. One he started early on was with drawing comics. He would entertain himself for hours on end drawing his comics and then reading them.
One year he received a giant drawing pad and a green ballpoint pen for Christmas. He had filled the pad in less than two days. By day three, the pen was out of ink.
One of his comic series I think was similar to “Spy Vs. Spy” - which eventually turned into a game between him and my brother Patrick, though it did not last long.
Patrick read one of Corey’s comic strips and imitated his style as he added to it and killed off the characters in different ways and Corey would always resurrect them. Some of the deaths were challenging to overcome, but I think it was fun for both of them for a while.
The funniest comic that I remember happened after my dad had had a series of strokes. I don’t even know where we were – perhaps on our way to the airport to see Corey off or maybe when we had stopped off for lunch on our way to the MTC.
I don’t know what made Corey feel the need to draw during that time, but he had drawn a caped superhero on a napkin with the caption: “Go ahead. Blow your nose in me. I can handle it. I’m napkin man” and then gave his drawing to my dad who obviously needed a napkin.
I don’t remember if my dad laughed about it or not. I think so. I laughed. I thought it was funny. I still smile when I think about this unique memory.