As a child, caught in the middle of his family's breakup, he ricocheted between his parent's shallow rooted homes over the years, criss-crossing the nation many times. "By the time I was 30," King said," I'd lived in 35 houses!"
Through it all, the only thread of tangible continuity was the family car: a drop-dead, arrest-me-red, rag-topped, road bullet.
Whatever your background, Rust & Wrinkles will awaken your own fond memories of the family car as he takes you out for an epic cross-country joyride.
A Note from the Author:
Welcome to this anniversary edition of Rust & Wrinkles: Growing Old Together!
I'm a little older now — and a lot more rusty. It's been 15 years since I first sat down to sketch out the first panel of this series. In some respects a lifetime. My daughter, caricatured on the cover has gone from kindergarten to college. My son has a good six inches on his old man and can carry me on his shoulders now. The divorce monster ate all my Alfas. I lost my home and business. I lost everything. I became (gasp!) a pedestrian.
And then I saw her.
The fantasy I penned as a melancholy bookend to my story appeared in the flesh.
On the side of the road just as I had imagined. Shortly after that, as we walked together for the first time we found THE CAR curbside as well.
Many years and many cartoons later (even one with Star Trek's Capt. Kirk himself!) I felt it worthwhile to tell you how the story really ended — and began anew.
You'll not find it half as strange as that poor girl did — when I showed her the original book, and tried to convince her she was the incarnation of my lonely imagination.
But it did make one heckuva marriage proposal! I asked, "What is your name?" She said, "Angel."