“Springtime in Seattle is such a lovely time.  After a meeting where I learned about my new job as a research assistant, I was so proud to be carrying codebooks back to my apartment.  I would spend the next two months learning all about fertility in Southeast Asia, and be a part of a research team.  I would even have an office!  I had one stop to make before leaving the department.  The secretary had a form that I needed to sign to arrange for my payment.  This was one last thing that was keeping me from digging in to the codebooks.  I stopped to sign the form and was happy to be on my way.  Clarence, in a noisy jacket, thought I might like a diversion.

P.S.  Cathy is too kind with her depiction of my hair (thank you!).  It was a curly tent tent.”

--Planet Wifey

Do you want to know the truth?  In 1996, I.  Was.  The.  Mack.  I had just spent four solid years attempting to refine my Casanovanic ways with the young ladies of campus, and I felt it was time to graduate to Women (hence my weeklong attempt to woo the secretary in Savery Hall).  But then, like one of those old movies, she walked through the door.  What I couldn’t figure out immediately, was why this big-haired girl just ghosted past me without so much a bat of an eyelash.  Didn’t she notice my mojo was in effect?  WHY didn’t you notice, Wifey?!?

–Clarence

Drawn by Cathy Leamy