The incomparable Michael Haas has added a new feature to this website, the first since he created it for me in 2009: Cartoons.
It seemed as soon as I learned how to pronounce Isaias it was gone. There should be a word for the feeling of immense relief mixed with a vague anticlimax that a dud hurricane produces.
Yesterday WLRN ran an interview with me about my cartoons, which I have been posting once a week throughout the pandemic on social media (the big three stations). On their website they added a story, with a picture of me at my drawing board and a few of the results. The unexpected publicity got me a few nice emails from friends I hadn't heard from in a while, and allowed me (in the story at least) to plug one of my literary and artistic heroes, James Thurber.
The surge in Covid-19 cases, and the prolonged interruption of everyday life, have me depressed, but I’m afraid if I get too depressed I’ll come down with the virus just to be shown how good I had it before I got sick.
The pandemic drags on and the fact that you’re not getting any younger is reinforced by the deep familiarity with your body that comes from months of self-isolation.
Remember how, after a bad movie, you’d walk out of the theater and say, “Well, that’s two hours I’ll never get back”?
Well, that’s four months.