As much as I’d like to think of myself as a young up and coming cartoonist, I’m coming to realize that I’m probably more established than upstart these days.
I turned 40 last year, got my first pair of bifocals and that kid at the grocery store calls me “Sir.”
Sigh… I’m getting old.
So I guess it only figures that I’d begin to write cartoons about aging. Thankfully cartooning is one of those careers you can do for a good long time, but I’m not sure I’m ready to be called “Sir” just yet.