You know you’re running on empty when your black pen runs out of ink and you think it’s a tragedy!!!
These days, it seems I’ve been burning the “midnight oil” around the clock…which is probably why I’m feeling even more decrepit than usual. But it’s all in the service of art, and that ultimately makes me very happy!
I had some time to kill in Saratoga, NY last week – and the change in scenery led to this comical sketch.
Two birds of a feather,
On a bench together.
Looked a bit more grubby,
Than happy lovey-dovey.
Life is well and good,
In the Brooklyn hood.
If you’re in any doubt,
Beards are in, hair is out.
I have the best mom…and here are a few of the reasons why.
I’ve got the forecast on my mind…
A fool-proof way to pass the time on your commutes…
One knows one’s nose…
In this cartoon vignette, You’ll see an unlikely quartet. Not en route to a soiree, Just strangers on the subway.