Depot Bells: The List 1-10
And now I’m not sure if I’ll be able to finish the ambitious project. So, in the interest of expediency and completion, I’m posting an abbreviated version of the list here with only a sentence or two for each entry. If time and good fortune permit me, I may still return to give these topics the love and attention they deserve.
In no particular order, here are the first ten of one hundred things that have made me happy...
1. The
Waiting by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers
Pure rock and roll without compromise or pretension.
Perfect.
2. Star Talks
at Oliver and Amélie’s school
Teaching twenty 6 year olds about the night sky using
marker board doodles and telescopes. Possibly my
finest hour.
3. The
Golden Girl
My first crush under windy Nebraska skies.
4. Pure
Imagination from the film Willy Wonka and the
Chocolate Factory
Gene Wilder is a national treasure.
5. The
artwork of Edward Gorey
Intelligent, sarcastic, literary, and morbid, a joy
to behold.
6. The television
show Taxi
“What does a yellow light mean?”
7. Drawing Comics with
Phill in High School
My first creative collaboration and still the best.
We wrote stories together and drew together,
sometimes combining his characters against my
backgrounds in the same frame. There was no clash of
egos. We simply wanted to make great comics that we
would enjoy reading. We produced hundreds of pages,
all of which, I'm happy to say, still exist at
Phill's house.
8. The computer game Grim
Fandango
The greatest adventure game that no one played. This
game satisfies on so many levels it is hard to
believe it is real. I became so attached to the
characters that I actually teared up when I reached
the dramatic ending. For art direction, dialogue and
musical soundtrack in a computer game, it is still
unsurpassed.
9. Fresh blackberries on
real (remember BREYer's, not DREYers!) vanilla ice
cream
It tastes better when the berries are stolen from
other people’s bushes.
10. Cows on a hillside
There was a day about five years ago I took a bike
ride in the wine country. I came upon a steep rocky
hillside, on which there were thirty or forty cows
scattered all the way up to the very top. The golden
sunlight of sunrise gave the scene an otherworldly
quality and made everything feel like a John Singer
Sargent painting. I was transfixed.
More Bells coming soon.

