June 8, 2026
A mere five months after twin heart attacks as a result of playing Wipeout at a band reunion for the Exits, I found myself at 12,000 feet above sea level. I was in Peru with Kathy to visit our son who was in the Peace Corp in the high mountain village of Yanque at 10,000 feet, which is damned high enough, but we had to come in over a pass that was at 12,000 feet!
My heart doctor in Phoenix made me wear a heart monitor before our trip and he insisted I go up to the Snow Bowl north of Flagstaff and hike up to the tallest peak—at 7,000 feet—to see if my heart would take it. I passed the test and so we flew to Lima, Peru after a stop off at Suchitoto, San Salvador. And, here's a sketch of Lake Suchitlan from the balcony of La Posada where we stayed. Lovely place.
I have a sneaky suspicion that in my next graphic novel story there will be a character from Yanque, Peru.
"It is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness."
—Seneca








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