I have a perfect memory of sitting in my tiny New York room in the winter of 2003 overlooking a snow-covered Sakura Park, reading Krazy Kat, a cup of steaming coffee at my side. This memory now prompts a quiet, heartfelt “Thank you, Bill.”

For those of you who read Danish, here’s my obituary at Nummer9.

Image from George Herriman’s Krazy Kat.