![]() ![]() Once a year, I’d sit myself down to take on Santa, and every year it began with the same ritual: me cursing at, and then cleaning out, my clogged pen. But then a few years ago-and returning to the subject at hand-something happened in my life, and it started with a clogged pen.ĭespite my retirement, I still had intermittent connections to cartooning, including my wife’s and my personal Christmas card. And after moving on to other interests, drawing just wasn’t on my to-do list. The day after I retired from syndication, it felt good not to draw on a deadline. But after fifteen years of meeting deadlines, well, blah blah blah … you know the rest. Aren’t we all?) The thing is, I thoroughly enjoyed my career as a syndicated cartoonist, and I hope, in spirit at least, we had some laughs together. (Well, not exactly, anyway-like the proverbial tiger and its stripes, I’m pretty much stuck with my sense of humor. This corner of the website-“New Stuff”-is not a resurrection of The Far Side daily cartoons. ![]()
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