A beloved editor once told me, “Never, EVER, tell ‘em you’re sorry”. It was on a morning when a particularly mean (but I thought well-drawn) cartoon ran skewering one of our local human elected officials. I remember depicting him in my style of that period; one of a variety of blood sucking parasites I enjoyed drawing.

I’m back. At least I think so. But then again, maybe I didn’t go anywhere, I really don’t know for sure. I was picked up at a Target in Chagrin Falls, Ohio standing in a check out line with an arm full of Don Ho CD’s and oven mitts but I don’t know how I got there… weeeeeird.