Monthly Archives: November 2024

It’s been two weeks since I turned off the news. I’m still here, so there’s that. The not knowing is working so far but who knows for how long? I have to leave the house sometimes and there are people out there and they wanna talk about what’s going on. I try not to beContinue reading “Head in the Sand”

I’ve written about wordless books before. William Gropper made maybe my favorite, Alay-Oop, in 1930. He tugged at my sleeve again a few weeks ago with his illustrations for a pretty terrible Jewish immigrant novel being published in a new translation from the Yiddish. Aside from the mildly-entertaining Fiddler on the Roof-type beginning, the onlyContinue reading “Gropper”

Last Monday, Bill asked me to dust off my old Chicago Sewer design for a t-shirt. I spent some time cleaning it up and here it is. The next day raw sewage ran throughout the streets of the land. There’s no manhole cover ever made that will contain it. I unsubscribed from the newspaper andContinue reading “Manhole Cover Monday”