For years I have collected cartoons. Often I see myself as playing a character part in them.
They remind me that life is a comical, sometimes irrational, picturesque carnival.
Plot themed to make one dive for cover.
A cabaret of operatic performance.
Often neurotic with plenty of personality and enough talent.
A two-reel sensational climatic movie - macrabe coincidences charismatic vexing enigmas, unexplained mysterious miracles.
A playwrights directorial squint on a casting couch of a syndicated screen movie version of muddy mayhem and pratfalls.
It's great life lessons; wrinkled adventures beset with manipulated booby traps and sardonic lugubrious morbid speculations of aging.
You cannot stop aging anymore that you can stop an earthquake.
Not an idyllic back drop.
Age is like being engaged in a war. All your colleagues are going or gone.
Tinged by rose-coloured glasses one survives amongst the dead and dying as a battle field.
Ed R.R. Witzke
