Welcome to Kris’s world, My first memory of working with my dad is on Ben Casey. You might be asking yourself how a three-year-old girl could work on a comic strip? Well, I happened to have had the most important job: to take the sticky pink strips and coat the Polaroid’s. Okay, let me back up a minute. Dad would wait for the scripts to come in the mail, and then he would figure out how he wanted to draw them. After, we would do a photo shoot of each panel. My dad would be all the men, my mom would be all the women, and sometimes, if the story had a kid in it, I could play the kid. Most of the time I would just butt into all the shots. When the Polaroid’s came out, I had, what I considered, the most important job on the crew: I got to pull the stinky, pink, wet, gooey-stick out of the little black-container with the little white button-top. Then I’d coat the photos, all the while getting stuck to the newspaper underneath them. I thought this was the best job in the world, and of course the most important. Then [...]