I did this cartoon a few weekends back after trying to head over to Utica to do some research for the last Sandusky Review. If you’re wondering if it’s kind of pathetic if I can’t remember how to get to a town a half hour from my house, welcome to the club. While Bolton has a great bridge, it also has a very enthusiastic police force who were, completely randomly for a Sunday, roadblocking it up.
So, to recap: spent an hour driving to the wrong place, glovebox is broken, knuckles are cut, must now retrieve identification from the glovebox, knuckles re-cut, ARRGH RESEARCH FAIL. Finally did get the photos I needed, but it took me a few more weekends.
My sketchbooks are chock full of this kind of hijinx. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.