At Sixteen I Was Stupid, Confused And

I Didn't Have A Job. Employers Were Afraid Of Losing Their Reputations. I Didn't Have A Reputation. I Had Zilch. So, I Had The Freedom, Which Unemployment Gives You, And That Was To Behave As Badly As I Believed I Should Under The Circumstances. And The Circumstances Were Quite Awful.

I'm Not Electronically Geared At All; I'm Really A 19th Century Cartoonist. I Have A 15-year-old Daughter, And What She's Attracted To Is Of Course Ipod And This Pod And That, I Mean Stuff I Don't Even Begin To Know - I Never Learned How To Type For Christ's Sake! I Can't Get In Her Head And Find Out What She Would Do If She Had The Kind Of Talent I Had, I Don't Have A Clue. Every Generation Comes Up With Its Own Quirkiness And Its Own Culture Which Gets Its Inspiration From What's In The Air At That Time.

The City Keeps Reinventing Itself. And Each Generation Thinks, As They Enter It, That They've Missed The Best Of It, And Then They Become The Authors Of The Next "best." And So It Goes On And On And On. And New York Keeps Redefining Itself And Reinventing Itself, And Then You Look At It And It's Pretty Much The Way It Was Back In The 1920's., Or In The 1930's. Something Stylistically Different In Some Ways, But It's Still Got The Same Vitality.

I've Been Around A Long Time And I've Found That These Forms, Whether It's The Cartoon, Or Whether It's A Play, Or All These Dying Forms Refuse To Die. Something Happens To Rejuvenate Them And It Will Certainly Happen To The Political Cartoon. It Will Come Back. But Whether It's On The Internet, Or Whether It's In Some Other Form, However That Works, Whether It Looks The Way It Looks Now, Or Entirely Different, I Have No Idea. And Thank God I Don't Have To Worry About It.

I'm Well Beyond Dyslexic: I Have No Sense Of Direction; I Never Know Where I Am.