Howdy,
I'm the old man in Tx.

I love to do political cartoons. Of course most of the appeal is that they are thorns and "no-no's" that the civilized genteel society does not want to see. It is the very thing they need to see! Especially if they think it is so "to the point" nasty! Or billigerant. Or disrespectful.

I made up some characters of a political bent. Then I drew them, and drew them. And tried to keep it sort of "off-cuff" thinking that I might get a chance to publish them. No dice. I tried. But like everything else I touch, (I have the Midas touch, where if it grows I kill it by passing it) (Or crash a computer by touching the keyboard! Not kidding here!)

And I touch a lot! Books. Novels. Novel books! Sculpture in anything non-edible. And come to think on it, some that is edible! But no "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" yet. Not in any art. Very dissapointing, but to be expected. (Did I mention I'm older' dirt?)

Anyway, I wrote a kid story or two. And a Vietnam "Never happened" novel of extreme size. And something on the Bible of course. And a Western/modern/treasure novel. Weak and thank God for the new editing programs, or I would not have completed any. I do have a neat concept for a Sci-fi/new world order type. I have about finished it. The problem is that the New World Order keeps re-Ordering the World of mine that I have problems staying ahead of the curve! Not kidding here. Just saw a Gov. press release that "Oh, yah, we make contrails to cool the warming planet!" How rude! After all the ribbing I been getting....just wait! I love it. Well, I love life and apparently talking. I am a story teller extrodinare. (Did I spell that right?) Anyway, I can tell stories. So I have not starved to death. Because If you have imagination, and love work, and learn something, some and all skills you ever see, then you will not starve.

One day the County pulled all the concrete culverts from my County Road. I asked what they were going to do with them. They said "Give them to the homeowners, if they want them." I wanted em'. I also wanted everyone elses that did not want them! The wife came home and saw over forty culverts of all sizes from two and a half foot, to four, and even siz foot in circumfrance. She was some mad! But she had no qualms about cashing the check for THOUSANDS, that I got paid for them!! Sold em' buddy.

I got that skill handed down to me from my Grandpa! I only seen him once or twice after I became an adult. But I listen and remember good. Especially if I get wacked across the cheek when I need to rememmber whatever! Well, I should not have put my hand on his gun, right! Granny said, "You need to move that gun out of your desk." He answered, "Why? He won't touch it no more!" Guranteed!
Later,
Dan
Tx (from the part where thousands of gas wells are now being dug!)