I love all of your toons, but I have to nit pick on the Head of the Charles toon as it really bothered me. The guys rowing the boat are facing the wrong direction as it looks like they are raising a bit of a bow wave. BTW The Coxswain should be at the back facing the rowers so the rowers can hear him(or her)as they direct the crew and call the stroke rate.
I always look forward to your annotated weekly review. Oh and happy belated 65th birthday. As of the 10th of OCT I have been retired for 27 years and 3 days. I have found that there are never enough hours in the day to do everything I want, but I think I am a master at procrastinator
I lived in Sacramento from 1971-75 while stationed at Mather AFB. Living in Sacramento, how on earth did you not notice the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta when you are just 10 minutes from it?
The Coxwains sits in the stern and faces forward. In front of the coxswain, there are the eight oarsmen who face the stern.
The coxswain being the smallest and lightest person you could possibly find, and the horseman being big and husky, the coxswain can't actually see anything up front. Neither can the oarsmen because they are facing the stern.
So the irony of what Jack has wrought here, is that his imaginary setup would be an a crews' utopian dream come true.
BTW, I did the Head of the Charles back in 1967. I rowed stroke in a four.
But with all due respect to Clay, there are different strokes for different folks.
Jack came over yesterday for his speaking engagement at the retirement community where Marty Nolan and I live.
Jack brought the house down.
You mix a great speaker — no ers or ums people noted (perhaps the odd naughty word instead) — with an off-the-walls cartoonist who live draws the line or not and drop that personhood, pen and paper in hand, in a hall full of Cronkite-ites.
And the good ol' peeps were beside themselves with delight.
"We need to use the word “wrought” more". How about "wrought irony" for hard-hitting sarcasm like your cartoons?
I love all of your toons, but I have to nit pick on the Head of the Charles toon as it really bothered me. The guys rowing the boat are facing the wrong direction as it looks like they are raising a bit of a bow wave. BTW The Coxswain should be at the back facing the rowers so the rowers can hear him(or her)as they direct the crew and call the stroke rate.
I always look forward to your annotated weekly review. Oh and happy belated 65th birthday. As of the 10th of OCT I have been retired for 27 years and 3 days. I have found that there are never enough hours in the day to do everything I want, but I think I am a master at procrastinator
I lived in Sacramento from 1971-75 while stationed at Mather AFB. Living in Sacramento, how on earth did you not notice the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta when you are just 10 minutes from it?
Well. I noticed it. Just not to fish it! As for the boat, I was just going off a photo. Maybe I’m rowing dyslexic?
@Timothy
You are so right.
The Coxwains sits in the stern and faces forward. In front of the coxswain, there are the eight oarsmen who face the stern.
The coxswain being the smallest and lightest person you could possibly find, and the horseman being big and husky, the coxswain can't actually see anything up front. Neither can the oarsmen because they are facing the stern.
So the irony of what Jack has wrought here, is that his imaginary setup would be an a crews' utopian dream come true.
BTW, I did the Head of the Charles back in 1967. I rowed stroke in a four.
But with all due respect to Clay, there are different strokes for different folks.
Thanks to all of you for setting up the fund for Clay!
It’s going well. Up to $38K!
It sucks about Clay. He's the reason I'm supporting YOU!
Ditto!
A stroke must be one of the worst catastrophes that could befall an artist and humorist. I still can’t believe it—like it happened to a relative.
I was devastated to hear about Clay. He's another of my favorites. I'm praying for his full recovery.
Jack's "boy Theo Armour" here.
Jack came over yesterday for his speaking engagement at the retirement community where Marty Nolan and I live.
Jack brought the house down.
You mix a great speaker — no ers or ums people noted (perhaps the odd naughty word instead) — with an off-the-walls cartoonist who live draws the line or not and drop that personhood, pen and paper in hand, in a hall full of Cronkite-ites.
And the good ol' peeps were beside themselves with delight.
It was AInimitable.