He Comic Page Is Dying; I Didn't

I Was Never Asked To Join The Editorial Cartoonists Of America. No Fraternity Would Have Me In College, Either. I Think They Know Something.

The Digital World Has Allowed Me A Connection With My Reader That I'd Never Had Before. I Didn't Meet The People Who Read My Material. The Fan Letters Were Mostly Answered By Professional People That'd Done Them For A Living. And I Didn't Have Any Daily Connection With Their Response To My Work. I Didn't Have A Relationship With My Audience. And Every Artist Should Have It.

My Kids Hear Me Behind My Door, Giggling Like An Idiot, And They Roll Their Eyes At The Blatant Indignity Of It All.

Steve Dallas...a Frat-boy Lawyer Who I Knew In School. He's Never Written Me. I Suspect He Was Shot By An Annoyed Girlfriend, Which Has Saved Me Many Legal Fees.

I Can Say That Even In The Midst Of My Most Cynical Comic Stripping: Opus Shone Through With A Bit Of Heart, Anchoring The Ugly Proceedings With A Comforting Pull Of Emotion.