Just Your Average 68-Year-Old College Freshman
“Why are you here?”
It was a perfectly reasonable question for a college student to ask a lab partner two generations her senior. My answer was a smile. Depending on your age, you may understand what she wouldn’t have.
After The New Yorker said that I’m too old to do cartoons for them—after two meetings in their Times Square offices —I paused to take stock. I needed deadlines to meet, details to sweat, someone to notice if I got things right or wrong. I was hungry to engage. I wanted to consume knowledge rather than feed it to others. I needed something substantial to do. I needed to know if I’m still in working order. The good news, I am.
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