Pause for a smile, a giggle or a groan.

I've been finding comedic relief in cartooning for about six years now. National and international publications have bought them and my "Laughing Matters" is a weekly feature in the Sandpoint newspaper.

  All well and good, but I shall not rest until I crack the grand poobah of them all, The New Yorker. True, 'toons require more than arranging 26 letters and my illustration skills are meh, but it's the thought that counts.

Or so I keep telling myself.