Jan Eliot remembers when she met Selby Kelly.
There was a cocktail party on the conference’s opening night, and I walked there to save money. But at the evening’s end, I felt uncomfortable about walking home alone.
Someone pointed toward an older woman in a trench coat who was tidying up.
“Ask Selby,” this person said. “She lives near where you’re staying.”
As we settled into seats on the bus, I asked what Selby did for the cartoonist guild. I assumed she was a secretary.
“I’m vice president,” she replied.
My eyes widened.
“Then you must be a cartoonist!” I said.
Entire essay: When Jan Met Selby, or at Think It Positive (scroll down to “Animated’).