Too Busy Writing History To Read It

The grand opening festival of the Billy Ireland Cartoon Library and Museum is this weekend. I thought I was going to freely sneak into all the events disguised as the husband of someone who works for the friggin OSU Library, but alas, my cheapskate ways have once again left me all dressed up with nowhere to go. It turns out that it’s not what you know, it’s who you know…unless who you know is someone who doesn’t care what you know. Know what I mean?

Fear not, gentle readers, for I have found a way into the festival through the world’s oldest profession. No, not prostitution, the other oldest profession: volunteering. I will be chauffeuring cartoonist from point A to point B and then back again. We might even hit point C along the way. I just hope I have enough gas. Know what I mean? No, neither do I. And I can’t find my car keys.

– Ben