His was John Howland; mine was Dorothy Bradford. You'll find heated debate in various publications as to whether Dorothy fell overboard on purpose, but there doesn't appear to be any real evidence in support of that theory. I am only related to her by marriage, anyway. Biologically I am related to her husband William, who was governor of the Plymouth colony. John Howland was assistant governor. So that's another thing Walter and I have in common, but please keep in mind that my gubernatorial Pilgrim ancestor was his gubernatorial Pilgrim ancestor's boss.
It seemed kind of unfair to always draw Walter with an icepick, as if he were some kind of dubious saint and that were his icon, so I drew me with a bottle of pills to even things out. Bottles of pills put Walter and his icepick mostly out of business, starting in the fifties with Thorazine. His dismissive term for these drugs was "chemical lobotomy." Get a real one, he'd say, it lasts longer. This makes me wonder what he would say about my futuristic SSRIs. Surely he wouldn't dismiss them so readily? But then, he really, really liked lobotomy. So I can't rule it out.