A Better Day Than Chuck

D.F. Rogers and I have a saying we use sometimes. “I’m having a better day than Chuck”.

We knew Chuck in college. After graduation I met Carol, and by chance she became friends with Chuck’s future wife. Carol, Dennis and I went their wedding, 30 years ago. Yesterday was the fourteenth anniversary of Chuck’s death, in a plane he was piloting. God bless, Chuck.

Those Nazi Bastards

This past 3-day weekend, Carol and I watched two movies. Both are about WWII — the fictional tragic romance Atonement, and The Counterfeiters, based on a true story. In this scene, the forger Salomon Sorowitsch uses his artistic talents to curry favor and improve his condition in the Mauthausen concentration camp.

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In this regard Sorowitsch paralleled Dina Gottliebova Babbitt, who survived Auschwitz by painting portraits for the Nazis, most notably the infamous Josef Mengele. Babbitt was later an artist at the Disney studio. Babbitt is still alive, and she’s trying to regain ownership of her Auschwitz paintings. In that effort she is being helped by two comic book artists — Neal Adams and Joe Kubert.

I knew an artist who escaped the Nazis. He was my drawing teacher in college. His name was Arno Maris.

Arno Maris

Arno had been a champion gymnast in his native Holland. He wasn’t a tall man, but he was powerfully built. As I recall Arno telling me the story, after the Nazis had occupied the Netherlands, he took a row boat and, in the darkness of night, headed out into the open ocean, with no idea what would become of him. As luck would have it, he was picked up by a Merchant Marine ship, and he lived to tell the tale.

“Those Nazi bastards,” Arno would say, with great emphasis. In my mind right now I can still hear Arno talking to me, in that unmistakable Dutch accent of his, calling me “Dock-less.” Arno Maris was an excellent art instructor, and a wonderful man.

PT cruiser

Are you scared yet, or still merely worried, about the economy? The effects of the stock market collapse, credit crunch and mortgage meltdown are everywhere. The only upside is gas prices are down.

The good news for myself is that I’m in physical therapy for the meltdown of my back, and although I still have some tightness, I’m completely free of pain. I went for a 2-mile walk with Carol today, then I ran two miles. Three weeks ago I couldn’t get out of bed or take a step, and now I feel as though nothing was ever wrong!

But I can’t go back to what I was doing, which was some light stretching before heading out the door to bang out ten miles on the pavement. My PT is teaching me how to strengthen my lower back, while getting a good warm up for running in the process.

Paul Howley’s Life In Comics

The comments by “paul” you sometimes see here on DogRat are from Paul Howley, the owner of That’s Entertainment, the biggest and best comic book store in Massachusetts. In fact, Paul has twice won the Eisner Award for excellence in comics retailing.

That\'s Entertainment, Worcester, MA

Paul HowleyI met Paul Howley when I was in college, but not as a fellow comic book fan and collector. It was during the time in my life when I considered myself to be a Born Again Christian.

Paul was a member of The Freedom Farm in Bolton, MA, a meeting place for young Christians, and that was where we were introduced, during my freshman year of college. A friend who knew about my hobby pulled me over and said, “You’ve got to meet Paul. He’s really into comic books too.” Paul has no recollection of this, but that’s perfectly understandable, as he and his wife were regulars — they even lived there for a while — and I was just one of a lot of new faces.

Paul and I graduated from our respective high schools the same year, but we took very different paths in life. My entire focus after high school was to put myself through college in four straight years, and that was what I did. When Paul got out of high school he married his girlfriend, and with a loan from his parents he bought a house! Talk about getting a jump start on real life. I didn’t buy my first house until I was 32.

While in high school, on my own I started attending a Lutheran church. In college I hooked up with the Christian fellowship group, which was dominated by Campus Crusade for Christ. CCC was, and I assume still is, a very conservative group. I was even told that the “competing” campus organization, Intervarsity, represented at another school, was too liberal.

A student leader, representing the interests of Campus Crusade, visited me in my dorm room, and he spotted my comic books. One title in particular caught his attention — Tomb of Dracula, illustrated by one of my favorite artists, Gene Colan. This panel, from issue #16, concerned him.

Tomb of Dracula #16, page 23

“This is of Satan,” I was told. “You must give up comic books.” Good thing I didn’t have any EC horror comics from the 50’s in my room! Gene Colan’s corpse was rather tame compared to a ghastly Graham Ingels drawing.

I’m so opinionated and pig-headed, it’s difficult for me to comprehend how I could have been so impressionable and easily influenced back then, but I was. So I gave up buying comics. I was busy with many other things in my life, and money was short anyway, but in fact I was worried that I was under the influence of Satan. And then I met Paul.

At one of the Freedom Farm get-togethers I told Paul what I’d been told about comics by the Campus Crusade guy. Paul did a double take, and with an expression that can best be described as the way Seinfeld looks when hearing something incredibly stupid, he said the idea that comic books were of Satan was ridiculous. Paul saw absolutely no conflict between being a Christian and being a comic book fan. That was exactly what I needed to hear, and I went back to reading and buying comic books. Soon afterward I starting hanging out with my best pal, D.F. Rogers, and that was that.

Many years later, ten years ago, Paul brought Gene Colan to That’s Entertainment, and I was able to meet Gene and his wife Adrienne. I was unable to attend their next visit, because I was recovering from my eye surgeries for a detached retina. A few years ago, Eric met his favorite comic strip cartoonist at That’s Entertainment — Bill Griffith, who does Zippy the Pinhead.

Paul Howley is an entrepreneur who has succeeded doing something he enjoys. I admire that greatly. Being an independent businessman, Paul is, understandably, a Republican, while I’m a high tech salaryman Democrat. We’ve both had our ups and downs in life, but Paul and his wife have suffered the loss of their son, and my heart goes out to them.

Paul’s autobiography, told with honesty and candor, is available on his eBay blog. The earliest entry is part 9, but the first eight parts can be found on the store’s Web site. It may not be apparent, because I write mostly about my interests, and not much about my personal life, but reading “Paul Howley’s Life in Comics” was a big influence on my decision to start blogging two years ago, so that’s another reason for me to thank him.

Coming up next: Paul Howley’s TV Adventure!

Oxi Fresh, Baby

The local paper had an item about the economy tanking, with a one-man carpet cleaning operation cited as an example. By coincidence a postcard came in the mail for a carpet cleaning franchise called OxiFresh.

OxiFresh postcard

Carol was really amused by this, and she had the following observations, which I admit didn’t occur to me.

  1. The woman is 40-ish
  2. The woman looks pregnant.
  3. The baby is under a year old.
  4. The baby appears to be gigantic.

Taking the techie point of view, I’m assuming Photoshop was used. One has to wonder who approved the picture. A pregnant 40-year-old woman whose baby is only crawling age?