Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On , Jupiter and Mars
~from the original song In Other Words by Bart Howard~
The second you buy your new cell phone it’s obsolete. It’s yesterdays model with yesterdays technology featuring yesterdays apps. That software you just downloaded 15 minutes ago, sorry, but you need to go back online and download a newer version. Your iPad? Well, If you got it last week it’s last years model. It’s nothing more than a fossilized, outdated, antique.
Ever feel like that? Like some fossilized, outdated, antique? I know I do. I spent most of my life in the newspaper business. It was an honorable thing to do for a living at the time. Woodward and Bernstein were ratting out a President. For heavens sake Superman was a newspaper guy. So were Spider-man and the Green Hornet. If it was good enough for super heroes, then, hey, it was good enough for me. That was then , this is now. Now the newspaper industry has it’s very own reality show. It’s called “The Walking Dead”. The Daily Planet is about to be planted. Six. Feet. Under.
I spent 27 years as a sports cartoonist for a paper in Colorado. I started out with BIG dreams of becoming the next Charles Schulz or drawing the next Pogo by Walt Kelly. I fell into the sports job almost by accident. Most American sports cartoonists were phased out the year the Dodgers moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles. It was 1958. Oddly enough, the same year I was born. But I was lucky. I had an editor in 1982 with a vision to reinvent the genre, making it more like an editorial cartoon, which thankfully, gave the art form and myself a brief reprieve from the impending doom of the print industry. I was one of the last of a dying breed. And proud of it. Like Superman, I thought I could single handedly save the entire world. And the newspaper business with it. Oh, I had BIG dreams. I still do. And though I continue to plug away at my craft as a freelancer or as I like to refer to myself as a “Comicpreneur”, I also realize that if I don’t adapt and change, well, you know what happened to the dinosaurs. Extinct. As in Fossilized. As in Six Feet Under.
Many of us are in the same boat. Downsized. Outsourced. Discarded. Disillusioned. We do all we can to hang onto to the American dream that looks more and more like a Nightmare on Elm Street. We are fed up with the Wienies in Washington and the Weasels on Wall Street. Most of us just want our lives to resemble the final scene in “It’s a Wonderful Life” where the Angel gets his wings.
Wings. Flight. Reaching Great Heights.
It’s what this blog is about. We need to find our wings, again. The recession and all that it entails, has clipped the wings off of far too many of us.. I still believe life can be like that great scene that Jimmy Stewart made so famous. Do you know why? Because I believe in us.
I believe in the human spirit which must fly to survive and thrive.
WE ARE TOO BIG TO FAIL.
I’m not talking about the BANKERS. I don’t mean the bozos in WASHINGTON.
I MEAN YOU and I and OUR DREAMS. ARE…
TOO BIG TO FAIL.