In The House Of Boggs
At the Child’s Play dinner and auction, bidding for the "appearance in a comic strip" quickly leapt to twenty thousand dollars - a tale Gabriel related at the time. While we certainly won’t turn down support for the charity at that threshold, creating a strip that in any way represents that amount is difficult, like pounding in a nail with your forehead. We needed a little something to stoke the creative furnace.
When I say a little something, know this. The something I am referring to should - under optimal circumstances - roll upon twankie deuces.
Many stories about the man who donated that money bubbled to the surface that night. Was he a friend to young people, fashioned from transient living snow? Ex-game developer, perhaps. Possible vampire, dispensing a hoard of ancestral wealth over lonely centuries. I even heard (actually, for real heard it) that he was the luminous counterpart to Jack Thompson: a lawyer who used his powers for good, not evil.
The reality is that as a young man, a grievous injury gave our benefactor the "opportunity" to see just how the care at a children’s hospital can change a person’s life. I love Child’s Play, it’s the most important thing I’ve ever been a part of. I’ve gotten up early, delivered the toys, and done the thing right. But I’ve never needed it. I hope that my son’s only serious medical concern is the prematurely thinning hair that is his birthright.
Child’s Play is in no way theoretical For Christian Boggs. Nor are his contributions - which we have shaped into profound comforts, as is our charge.