Fun Home, and how wonderful it was. And how strange, since I grew up spending a lot of time in their house. Alison's drawings are so vivid, so minutely detailed, that it triggered a lot of great memories for me. It really was a fun home.
But I didn't remember this photo, which Alison sent me last week. In my blog post, I had said something about being just outside the margins of each page. "You literally are!" Alison wrote, directing me to page 164 where this photo is recreated. She also explained something that I'd already sort of figured out: Scott G. is really a composite of me, my brother and another friend. (There were three groups of three siblings in real life--too many to keep track of in the narrative.)
I should point out, however, that Dr. and Dr. G. are definately not my parents.
Also, for the record, that's me in the wig, hitting John Bechdel over the head with a mallet while Alison and my brother Chris look on.