Northern Birthday

Every year, my dad and his brother and law haul themselves up north for a hunting trip–away from work, traffic and any hint of a cell phone signal for a solid week.

Every year, this trip coincides with my father’s birthday.

So every October 5th, he’s up there in Yooperland, Michigan where no one but my Uncle Carl can so much as whisper to him that he’s another year older.

And every year, I forget all about his birthday until my brother calls and leaves a voicemail to remind me.

So every year, I end up writing some elaborate card or drawing something at the drafting table to make up for all that forgetting, such as this:

I wish.

Every year, my wife tells me that I should just buy a pile of “belated birthday” cards in January and send one whenever I happen to remember that someone had a birthday recently.

Every year, I think she’s right.

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About Jeff Mazurek

My name is Jeff. I am an introverted mumbler prone to fits of creativity. I run. I draw cartoons. I like fish and don't get my hair cut often enough. I am happily married to my wife Sara. She likes my hair short and tolerates my fondness for fish.
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2 Responses to Northern Birthday

  1. Posky says:

    I never trust dads because they pull sneaky capers like this all the time. I think it’s a test and highly recommend you stalk him in the woods and hide in a tree so you can assault him with a birthday song next year. I’m convinced that if we can out-dad our fathers, they will someday become secretly proud of us all.

    I also live in Michigan and make comics. Let’s be friends or enemies. I will be damned, however, if we remain neutral toward each other.

    • Jeff Mazurek says:

      One of these years–maybe when I’m living in Michigan again (which will be soon)–I’ll go up north with him. I don’t know if I “out-dad” him, but we tend to be pretty neurotic or OCD about keeping up with and checking after one another. The older I get the more I count this as a plus.

      Yes! Let’s be friends. I don’t need enemies in fellow artists …

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