Sad news today that one of the greats has gone. John Callahan, quadriplegic and alcoholic and used his suffering to create cartoons of the most shockingly honest kind. After physical therapy he could use a pen and created a body of work that is astonishing. The humor was what we used to all sick humor. In his hands cartoons that had their roots in anguish rose to level of a consciousness-raising act. Cartoon liberation. Farewell JC.
Here are two takes. The last was drawn with my left hand.


Today, on his birthday, we remember Pres. Gerald R. Ford, 1974-77. “Not a Lincoln”, he said, “but a Ford”. A good stab at autobiography. In fact he was a place-holder while the country caught its breath after 6 years of Nixon. He promised to Whip Inflation Now, told NY City to Drop Dead, sort of, but mostly will be remembered for pardoning Nixon, a guilty felon if ever we saw one (although small fry next to the still at-large Bush gang). The pardon may have cost him the election to Carter; also perhaps his accident-prone personae, brightly underlined in early episodes of Saturday Night Live. Here Nixon is his biggest bump. My favorite Ford line, “We gave Jimmy Carter the economy on a silver platter . . . and he blew it.”
It’s a long game. You can text a lot.
The Statue of Ice Cream.
The game runs on Garlic Fries.
More garlic fries.
She was there.
And her too. Keeping cool somehow.
There’s this strange near-cult of Nick Swisher. He fans it, working the crowd. They call to him. He salutes. I started to worry about this.
You see people like this. Would you be happy if he missed the ball? Schmuck.










