I rarely drew with others. One time I remember was drawing with a first grade friend on a sleep over. We each drew WWI biplanes, or maybe it was Lindbergh's flight. One or two wings, but definitely over water. This day I was with Parker, one of my best friends. We had been called back to school after only a few months for a memorial service for a classmate and friend. Sean was a promising architect that had gone to Alaska to work a fishing job for the summer. He ended up on a very small boat and was lost to the cold water. We sat down on the lawn for awhile and just drew.