If I Could Have Drawn

My Kids Hear Me Behind My Door, Giggling Like An Idiot, And They Roll Their Eyes At The Blatant Indignity Of It All.

Irony Can Elude The Genius Among Us, Sometimes.

I Drew The Last Image Ever Of Opus At Midnight While Puccini Was Playing And I Got Rather Stupid. Thirty Years. A Bit Like Saying Goodbye To A Child - Which Is Ironic Because I Was Never, Never Sentimental About Him As Many Of His Fans Were.

And Just As It Is With All Proper Grannies, She Ordered Me Into My Pink Bunny Jammies.

Keep In Mind That In 1985, I Had A Potential Readership Of Over 50 Million Americans. At That Time, A Good Portion Of Those Were Under 30.