I spent the weekend in Arizona hanging out with my ailing father in law who is a WWII vet, retired judge and a rabbi. When I asked him about his favorite life memories he got a twinkle in his eye and told me about going to clubs in the 1950s and seeing legends like Charlie “bird” Parker. Anyone could walk into a club and see these famous jazz musicians play every night. He’s 85 years old, that means he’s seen a lot, experienced a lot of days and all of these stories are carried in his person.
The elderly have an important role of being the historians of any society. They pass on traditions, keep ancient languages alive and are a wealth of wisdom to guide a generation of youth, perhaps so we don’t have to repeat all of their mistakes.
Sayer Nok is the historian of the Nnewts, so I wanted to give him the respect he deserves. He is our guide into a world that may never have existed. For all I care, it might as well have existed. Either way, Sayer Nok is the keeper of the past, it’s likely that if he didn’t keep these stories they would never have been discovered and posted on this web comic. Like most of the elderly, he doesn’t exist for his own agenda any more, but is an advocate of the past that is always in danger of going away forever.
I drew pages 14-16 on my father in law’s bed while he slept in a chair next to me. He is in such excruciating pain that he can’t lay down to sleep any more. We watched old westerns to distract his mind, and I would show him my work in progress that was all pretty strange in his view.