Today, as I have done every December 17th for the last five years, I stop and think about my friend Clifford Doerksen. It's painful as today is the anniversary of his death. Of course, I think about him all the time, but December 17th hits hardest. I tend to think of him as though he were mine, but that's not true- he was loved by so many. I don't have it in me this time around to add the dozens of links to his writing that are out there... I'll just add this Chicago Reader article by Michael Miner wherein he is remembered by Ira Glass and Anaheed Alani. Together they paint a very Cliff-like picture. Oh man, I miss him like crazy.
I will also add the following drawing done by Cliff at my house, sometime in the late 90's. I keep it on the magnetic bulletin board in my studio. I wish I could remember what precipitated it- some kind of drawing game I think. It's very Cliff. It's very Howdy Doody.