Yesterday I was at my grandmother’s wake; friends and family were there for the viewing before the funeral.
My uncle was talking to a man that I gathered was an old friend, which he hasn’t seen in some time. After they finished their conversation the man approached my grandfather, my grandfather’s eyebrows raised and as he shook the man’s hand yelled WINTLE!
That’s right; my family has a history of Wintle relations that I was left in the dark about. Me and Mark Wintle got to chatting about Steven and the other WIntles and had a marvelous time. I was born and bred to interact with Wintles. I love them, and miss Steven dearly. One thing I have learned in my life is that where there are Wintles – there are friends.
Doug… if you and Steve kiss it’ll be like all of my fantasies have come true.
Not in a gay way or nuthin’, though. Just a couple of dudes makin’ out, all manly and shit.
I love the image of your grandfather loudly exclaiming “Wintle!”
My Uncle Mark was one of my biggest supporters during my early attempts at art. Without him there’s a good chance that I wouldn’t have become an animator, and would have intead lived a relatively happy, normal and successful life doing something else.
Nagys and Wintles, our lives forever intertwined throughout bloody history.