Squid fans make me happy. Every so often, like the cephalopods in the deep, they come to the surface… and we talk… an’ I turn into a silly “aw, garsh” cartoonist… blushin’ and everything.

This particular fan (seen here) I’d heard stories of before actually meeting him.

I look small next to most everyone, it's true.

I look small next to most everyone, it's true.

He’d approached a friend of mine at the Ol’Factory a few months back. She had a Squid Row button on her purse and he inquired about it… professing¬† Squid readership. They chatted for a bit and then, with the stealth of a marine mollusk, he returned to the deep. His whereabouts were a mystery, as was his identity. But I knew he was out there… reading.

This past First Friday, RJ surfaced… and I was thrilled to make his acquaintance… finally (you can see the smiling). Thanks for dropping in on Squid Row!