This happened in 1980 on Chef Menteur highway. People in New Orleans speak English, but the accent is different. All I wanted that day was a quart of oil for my Vega. I ended up spelling oil and we connected. Maybe the cartoon isn’t funny, but it summarizes chapter ten. A Baptist Speaks in Tongues or doesn’t is still looking for the right agent/publisher. No cartoons in the book.
If you think I had problems with English, wait to you hear about French, Swahili, and Mongolian. I am practicing drawing cartoons, so they should improve. Maybe like the book I need a cartoon editor. My goal is to make the blog just a cartoon, but I like giving the background story. Comments welcomed.