Duncan

Duncan was one of the best people I ever met.

I first met him by accident in 1978 at Krishna Copy on Telegraph and Dwight (now a Peat’s coffee shop). I was xeroxing copies of my comic strip on one xerox machine. And Duncan was xeroxing copies of his comic strip on another xerox machine. And we both looked at each other’s respective xeroxes and went, “Hmmm?”

We’d know each other for the next 31 years. And go through all sorts of trips together. Mind-boggling to even try to sum up. All the loops we went through together over all the years. Until he finally died in 2009, age 65. And I had his memorial service a block down the street on Telegraph and Haste. The end

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