Sep 5, 2015

My Own Private Entrance

If you have ever ridden the subway in NYC, then you may or may not have noticed that there is a very unassuming sign on the turnstile all the way to the right in most stations. It reads, Special Entry. I have always just figured that this entrance is for me. I watch as the throngs of ordinary people stream cluelessly into the other turnstiles, while I glide through this sucker. It must be for people with extraordinary powers like those that can levitate or have x-ray vision. So I want to remind folks to please stay to the left.

Sep 4, 2015

Raise the Roof

My parents and a lot of their neighbors had to raise their beach houses for insurance reasons after Hurricane Sandy. Call me stupid but some people went a bit over the top.

Sep 3, 2015

Summer Is Almost Over

Summer is winding down. Next week Yun and I are going to Ireland and Nice, France. Hopefully I will have some new adventures and drawings. When I am away I don't post anything, so you won't have to see my nuttiness for a while.

Aug 28, 2015

Bake Or Fry?

This is how I turn a lemon into lemonade. Once I start a drawing, I must finish it. That is the rule I have given myself. I started to draw this woman. It seemed easy to do because she was sleeping for a few hours. Once I began, she got up and left the beach. I was stuck with a half done sketch. So I had to come up with a solution. Back at the beach house, I found a frying pan and propped it up on some newspapers so I had the right angle. Then I made it look like she was sitting in the frying pan. Decades in advertising taught me how to be clever. I'm constantly amusing myself.

Aug 27, 2015

Tanning Moms

A couple of slightly plastic surgeoned mothers sat next to me one day. They constantly jumped up and chased after their sons. "Don't swim too far out. Don't drift too far down the beach." You get the idea. The sons were fine swimmers and were mostly mortified by their moms behavior. Their crazy activity kept them occupied and unaware of what I was doing. Their husbands were nowhere to be found. Probably working on Wall street and happy to get rid of everyone for a week.

Aug 26, 2015

Killer Seagulls

Seagulls are different from when I was a kid. Today they are like vultures. At the beach, they swoop down on people's blankets and go through their possessions. Kid's lunches are stolen right out of their hands. Sometimes they work in packs using criminal tactics. They create distractions while other gulls go in for the robbery. The seagulls today are the size of eagles. So please, don't feed the seagulls. No good will come of it.

Aug 25, 2015


Because I draw, I keep my eye open. I see things most people don't. Take these 2 for instance. Spotted them out of the corner of my eye. The perfect compliment to my collection of drawings of people sitting on the beach. My mom said people were inquiring about the guy drawing on the beach. I didn't really show anyone what I was doing. i think the town would have burned me at the stake.

Aug 24, 2015

Valet Parking

After superstorm Sandy, people realized they could park in places that they had not thought of before. My parents neighbors are one such example.

Aug 21, 2015

Cooking Oil

Another generation or 2 ago, people used to go to the beach and cover themselves in oil. Then they would take tin foil and stick it under their chin and bake themselves like George Hamilton. Doctors found out that this was like, not a good thing. We have since learned about skin cancer and protecting ourselves from the sun. Do the sun in moderation. So I was a bit surprised to encounter this old geezer who was still covering himself with oil and baking out in the sun for hours on end. His tan did not even look good but I'm sure he thought he was gorgeous as a result. There were all sorts of bad sun spots on top of his head but he just went right on cooking. I sat with a hat on under a giant umbrella drawing his dumb ass.