There is, without a doubt, a cartoon gene that runs through my family. I'm not sure how far back it goes or who had artistic talent even a couple of generations ago. My mom liked to create art, greeting cards and pottery and stuff like that. But that's about all I know. But my brother and I loved drawing and especially cartoons. We both drew our own cartoons when the mood struck us. My brother, in particular, caught the cartooning bug, even attending an early evening cartooning class for a few months. Both of us can still draw, although I don't think either of us does that much anymore. This also explains my daughter's love for art as it pertains to drawing and graphics and it's now her profession. There is something very old-school about appreciating the art of cartoons and drawing. (A few weeks ago, a co-worker who is not even in his mid-20s, when a few older fellow employees were mourning the disappearance of few too-expensive comics in the newspape...
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