My wife’s grandmother — Sonia — lived 103 years. She never knew her father. She lived with her mother and grandmother. Sonia was too sick to make the trip to America with her mother, so she was left with her grandmother until she was in better health. Her mother’s parting words were a promise to …
This is how I choose to remember Meat Loaf. It’s 1978 and he’s pointing an accusatory finger at an overly-cosmeticed Karla DeVito. His ruffled tuxedo shirt is untucked and sweaty and he’s praying for the end of time. No politics. No pandemics. Just paradise… and a light from the dashboard.
I’ve met a lot of celebrities and I have a basement full of autographed photos to back up my claim. I have been attending nostalgia conventions and autographs shows for about twenty five years, collecting photos and getting a one-on-one, personal interaction with some folks that I have only seen flicker across a big screen …
This is for my wife — a long-time Dead Head, a sometime twirler and a good sport about my playful ribbing over the last 39 years.
Veterans Stadium was the home of the Philadelphia Phillies from 1971 until yielding the title to beautiful Citizens Bank Park in 2004. Veterans Stadium was anything but beautiful, however, I did get to see some of baseball’s immortal players at that hell hole. One of those players was the legendary Hank Aaron. He was one …
“Nobody can hurt me without my permission.” ― Mahatma Gandhi This is the third illustration I’ve done that features Mahatma Gandhi. Besides being a very wise and inspirational figure, he is very interesting to draw, as well. Here is a drawing I did in 2009 and here is one I did in 2012.
As my wife and I progress into the later stage of our lives, we have begun purging the many items on display in our home. The first thing to go was our massive, thirty-plus year collection of Disney memorabilia. That itself was a huge undertaking. We were kept busy for over a year, listing each …
If you grew up in the 70s, you couldn’t turn on a radio without hearing the beginning, middle or end of Helen Reddy’s feminist anthem “I Am Woman.” She performed it on variety shows, on talk shows and on late-night music shows. It was inescapable and undeniably infectious. At the time, it pretty much defined …
Here we are again! October! And Inktober is once again upon us. That means it’s time for hundreds of talented artists worldwide… and me…. to create special works daily just for October, based on a set of suggestions from the official Inktober website. And once again, I’ll be making up my own rules of participation. …
Marcellus Wallace and Butch Coolidge woke up to find themselves in the unfortunate confines of Zed’s dungeon.
