New Yorker

A Christmas gift from a friend, a perfect gift, needed a special spot in our house. It's a huge coffee table book of great weight of the (then) complete New Yorker comics. My friend found it in a used book store and bought it for me. I love it. 

My dilemma: how to read it? Reading from cover to cover seemed ridiculous. Even starting from the beginning seemed wrong. My solution? Indiscriminate opening to a page, daily, or near daily. 

While from 1942 and the military, the left-handed one makes me think of so much of life today. Talking to anyone seems to have many levels. The days of striking up a meaningful conversation with politicians, representatives of companies, or even bosses are gone.  Fences have been built with people struggling to be heard.  It is frustrating and sad. Then the one on the right, well, let's say a fear of mine in the coming possible election. May I be wrong. 

My plan made and started, I look forward to yet another way of having a laugh or a ponder, or, maybe both!

Then and Now