Peter Steiner and I have been friends for over 30 years. Way back when we were both members of the Cartoonist Association, which was comprised mainly of free lance magazine cartoonists. Virtually all of us of that ilk were members, at least those who lived on the East Coast. Peter was principally a New Yorker cartoonist, and when the Washington Times newspaper was started up they hired him for a daily cartoon. He retired from both positions about ten years ago. Now he lives up in the hills of rural Connecticut, way out in the boonies. He spends his time writing novels and painting. He also has a house in the Loire Valley that he visits every year. You’ll find information about his cartoons, his portraits, and his mystery novels which, by the way, are all set in France. Peter is a bit of a Francophile. As matter of fact, about 20 years ago he and I together went to the Angouleme International Cartoonists Festival and then on to Paris for a week or so. What I want to show you is the portrait he did of me back in 2005. If you’re interested, here is his web site.
What did I do for St. Patrick’s Day? What do you think? I went to a bar and got loaded. Terruy Lee provided the music. And it just so happens that his mom’s birthday is on St. Patrick’s Day. Here she is all the way from California.Want to hear Buddy Valentine sing an Irish song? Hold yer ears…
Back in 2009 Arnoldine was screaming for a pony:
This is the last of it, I hope.
This was two days ago. Spring came today. Hallelujah.
All I did all week with the snow storm was sit home and draw silly cartoons. So just to fill space, here’s Buddy Valentine singing a very romantic song. Ladies, please send your proposals of marriage via email.
Two weeks ago Roscoe emailed me and asked if I could run some of the old Piranha of the Year strips. Happy to do so, Roscoe. He wrote:
I’ve been a big fan of your strip since it was called Ernie. I’ve also enjoyed the recent “behind the scenes” strips with Arnold nicknamed T-bone and being the sophisticated guy ordering a Tequila. Could you please run a series of the old Piranha of the Year strips on your blog where Sid would do anything to win when facing overwhelming odds? Thanks so much.
I hope Roscoe doesn’t mind my printing that. As Roscoe said, The Piranha Club was initially titled Ernie, but my editor wanted to change the title. In most of the papers where it appears outside the U.S. it’s still known by its original title. I emailed Roscoe back with a little fact about my old man that you might find interesting. During the silent picture days, my father went to California several times. He found work on the movie lots working for Roscoe (Fatty) Arbuckle, and later both Fatty and Buster Keaton. When Buster became such a big star, the studio decided that Buster should make his own movies apart from Fatty, so they split the crews. My father figured that Fatty was the bigger established star and stayed with that production crew. It wasn’t long after that that the Virginia Rapp tragedy occurred, and Fatty’s career was ruined. My old man had to come back to Chester, Pennsylvania, his home. Perhaps if that hadn’t happened I wouldn’t be here today.
I drew several Piranha of the Year stories. Here are two, 1991 and 1992.
Of course when I was a little kid, we didn’t have snow plows to make the forts. We also made igloos. It snowed all day yesterday. We got about a foot. The kid in black throws like a girl. Check this out…
Like I said last week, I drew a Stinky Stinkbug story. Here’s my drawing table with a bunch of half drawn Stinky strips and a Hunchback of Notre Dame story that I finished on Friday. Blow it up and you can see the details. Click on it then zoom in.
Brian emailed me last week and reminded me how computer savvy I am. Kind of. Back in 1965 the Florida State computer took up the entire basement of the Keen Building. (My office was on the sixth floor.) Now my IPhone can do more than that behemoth, and faster. It ran Fortran. We had to punch cards, like the old Univac computers back in the early fifties. I wrote one program that had to be a couple thousand cards long. The mathematics was very clever, if I do say so myself. It was a reiteration scheme to determine solutions to two dependent equations for which an empirical solution was not possible. But Brian reminded me of a strip from 1980. He writes:
Back in the ‘Ernie’ days, there was a great strip where the boys had successfully entered a password to get a cup of coffee, only to be asked to recite the Gettysburg Address – an early form of what is now known as ‘two-factor authentication’. Pretty relevant nowadays, and rather prescient on your part! Any chance we could see this one again? Published on 7-6, don’t know the year.
Many thanks, Brian
Here is the two week story.
I’m in my old home town, Bradenton, Forida, and yesterday we had a family medical emergency. But things are ok now. I grew up in Anna Maria Island just below Tampa Bay. Here are some picts: This is the trailer my famiy lived in for about 5 years. Before that we lived in an even smaller trailer. It was pretty bleak way back then. There was no air conditioning, we didn’t have toilets, the mosquitoes were like a plague of locusts that never went away, and the water was virtually undrinkable.There’s some good eatin’ down here. Every day Red eats at Duffs Buffet. Either that or the Golden Corral. An adventure in senior eating!
If you ever go to Bradenton, visit the flea market. $5 watches and tons of other junk.
Dinner at the Anna Maria Oyster Bar…
Or the Clam Factory in Cortez…
We ate six dozen.
Grouper sandwiches at the Tide Tables on the water at the Cortez Bridge.
Every Sunday a boat ride to the north end of Longboat Key. Here’s an escort…
The weather was beautiful. During the summer this area inside the pass between Longboat Key and Anna Maria is packed full of boats and people walking on the sand bar or swimming.
Today Frau Grace and I drove down to Sarasota and had lunch at the City Grill.
If you ever go to Florida try to visit the Sarasota Bradenton area. You’ll like it.
Back in 1996 the Japanese were buying up prairie dogs like hotcakes. KACHING!
I’m leaving for Florida tomorrow and Frau Grace is going to nail me at Tampa International. BUT…
Country Joe, who, for some unknown reason, lives in Japan, keeps sending me pictures of his favorite foods. The man must be certifiably NUTSO! Maybe he’s over there because they won’t let him on an airplane. You know how you smuggle food on the plane so you won’t have to buy it? In the old days they used to feed you crap that was almost edible. Now you have to buy it. Here’s what C.J. eats:
Tons of squid of course
Including squid jerky
Peanut crusted squid
And octopus dumplings. These beauties he buys from a vending machine. Can you imagine? You drop your buck in the can looking for a Zagnut and out pops squid dumplings.
Not for me. When I cook I cook good wholesome AMERICAN food! I made spaghetti the other night.
Now that’s some GOOOOOOD EATIN!
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Here are some old single panel cartoons from way back when…