When I was five or six, my favorite singer was Allan Sherman. I listened to my parents’ Allan Sherman records. They had his first five releases. I knew every lyric to every song. I knew the order of every song on every album. My Mom and Dad roared with laughter at Sherman’s songs and laughed …
This is the story of my great-great uncle, Aloysius Josh Pincus, the man for whom I am named. Just prior to the turn of the twentieth century, Aloysius ran the soda fountain at Blehall’s Pharmacy, a sprawling retail establishment housed on the street level of a massive and ornate building at the corner of 14th …
This week, the challenge word on the Illustration Friday website is “parade”. It has been made clear that I am a big fan of Disney theme parks. I’ve been to Walt Disney World in Florida and Disneyland in California many, many times. I have written about and illustrated many of my adventures in ol’ Walt’s entertainment …
I write this at the risk of sounding like a cranky and bitter old man, but here goes. I love music. I especially love going to see live music. When I started to go to concerts, in those days of the early 1970s, the hierarchy of concert-going was as follows: the headlining band at the …
I’ve had Phillies season tickets since 1996. I sat through some bad years and I sat through some great years, including 2008’s championship season. I’ve been to many ballparks in many different cities. The game on the field is only a fraction of the entertainment to be found at the ballpark. Sometimes the game doesn’t command the …
The challenge word this week on Monday Artday is (by my suggestion) “yecchh!” I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I always have. The drippier and gooey-er the better. Before I began this illustration, I was inspired by an illustration of peanut butter and jelly done by my friend and fellow artist Matt Can Draw. Matt is …
The challenge word on illustrationfriday.com this week is “fleeting”. When I did this illustration, I had a totally different narrative planned. I have since changed direction but the illustration still fits, albeit a stretch. In 1984, I graduated from the Hussian School of Art, a small but respected vocational art school in center city Philadelphia. …
I have always loved watching comedians. I remember seeing some of the legends of comedy on The Ed Sullivan Show, The Mike Douglas Show and (when I was allowed to stay up late) The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. I remember watching greats like Alan King, Jackie Mason, Shecky Greene and Jackie Vernon, even if …
My wife (who I’ll call “Mrs. Pincus”) and I have had a running joke for 27 years. We met in February 1982 and had our first date soon after. Our conversation was always great. We found that we had so many common interests. The joke was that we would never ask each other: “So, what …
I was eight years old in 1969. I wore cool green and blue plaid bell-bottom pants. I watched The Brady Bunch on Friday nights. I watched The Banana Splits on Saturday mornings. I went to third grade at Watson T. Comly Elementary School. I remember being worried that my older brother might have to go to …
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