Thanks Joe

My first newspaper job was at the Marietta Daily Journal. I wasn’t an editorial cartoonist — I was one of three advertising artists. My task was to design smaller ads and spec ads for the ad reps. Sure, it wasn’t exactly my dream job of drawing cartoons. But my foot was in the door and I was no longer cleaning toilets at Pope High School. I considered it a huge win.

The editorial page editor’s name was Joe Kirby. Joe was smart, well-plugged into the goings on in Cobb County (where we lived) and loved World War 2. You couldn’t help but like the guy. I didn’t have a lot of my cartoons printed back then but he supported my dream and encouraged a young, developing artist. I loved stopping by his office to chat. I considered him a friend.

I still do.

I left the MDJ a year later and moved on to Conroe, Texas. There my cartoons were syndicated in hundreds of papers — one being the 4X4M_Joe_Kirby.jpg. Joe used my work and considered me a local boy done good. Thanks to Facebook we have kept up and I’ve had the pleasure of watching he and his wife raise a beautiful daughter. I’ve also watched him battle some scary health problems and kick them in the teeth.

Joe’s tough. A real fighter.

I’m sitting here this morning writing on creativity and thinking of Joe. Joe has been handed a battle that will be very, very tough for him to win. Cancer has invaded his body. He will live the rest of this days at home surrounded by his amazing family.

On this rainy Sunday morning, rain isn’t the only water hitting my cheeks.

I have told Joe a hundred times I’d stop by the paper and have lunch with him. I never did. Why? I took time for granted. I was always rushing around when I came to Marietta to see family. Joe hasn’t taken time for granted. He has lived an amazing life and will do so until the day he closes his eyes for the last time. We all should more like Joe.

Forty-seven years into my life, I am reminded how much I take time for granted. As I write my ideas about creativity, I know one thing for a fact: I must become a cartooning warrior. I must attack my art head on and live every moment to the fullest. I must be the servant who uses his talent to the fullest.

No more procrastination.
No more wasted moments.
No more wasted talent.

Joe Kirby’s goodness will live on his daughter, his wife and everyone who knew him. He is as close to George Bailey from It’s a Wonderful Life as I’ve met. And on this gray, raining Sunday morning, I vow he will live on in my work.

Thanks Joe Kirby​. You were among the first to believe in me. You will forever be my friend and in my heart until the day I die.

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If I could go Back to the Future

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So this was Back to the Future week. Marty and Doc popped in from 1985 and then left again. In 1985, I was a senior in high school and was wondering where my life would take me. My football career (what there was of it) was winding down and my artistic career was ramping up. I lived seven miles from my future wife but had no clue who she was. I did know her brother — but didn’t even know he had a sister. Life is funny like that.

I was, however, worried about my future.

I dreamed of being an editorial cartoonist but had no idea how’d I’d ever become one. Ever see a little plant growing in a sea of concrete? Dreams are like that. They find a way to flourish in the most difficult circumstances.

I’d pull into Sprayberry High School’s parking lot, park my 1969 Firebird under the pines, workout before school and then proceed to make good grades in class. The University of Tennessee awarded me an alumni scholarship — so I knew where I was going to college. During the day, I’d draw for the school newspaper. In the afternoon, I’d practice football. My life was very busy and involved lots of exercise.

That part of my life hasn’t changed much.

But other things did. Cancer visited me in 2001 and changed my life. My three sons were born and and changed me, too. Each obstacle I’ve faced shaped me and made me better. I’ve been a Pulitzer finalist twice, had successful books and professional success, too. I’ve lost jobs and suffered humiliating job reductions. I cleaned toilets which led to meeting my wife and starting my career.

Each “bad moment” led to unbelievable blessings.

If Doc and Marty popped up on my street and offered me a ride back to 1985, I’d go back — but not to stay. I’d hug my grandparents. Love my parents. And I’d find my 1985 self and say, “Everything will work out just fine. Enjoy the ride.”

And then I’d go back to the future.

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Do the work. Prove them wrong.

Someone doesn’t believe in your dream?

Do the work. Prove them wrong.

Naysayers are a dime a dozen. But people who get up, stick their head out the foxhole and create art are special. That’s who you need to be. That’s who you are.

Do the work. Prove them wrong.

Ignore the haters. If they are in a position to affect your career, get busy and defeat their lack of faith. Success is always the best revenge.

Do the work. Prove them wrong.

Criticism stings. And it hurts even worse when it is someone in the position of authority. Or worse: — someone you love and respect.

Do the work. Prove them wrong.

Been screwed? Treated unfairly? Wronged? Don’t complain.

Do the work. Prove them wrong.

You can’t control what happens to you sometimes. But you can control how you respond to it.

Do the work. Prove them wrong.

I have faith in you and your dream. This world needs more people who make things happen. This world needs you silence your critics and become a success.

Do the work. Prove them wrong.

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Class Notes: October 20, 2015

Great news! Tests will be returned this morning. And even better news, those who showed up to take it did well on it.  The bad news? Well for those who didn’t show, you get to write a makeup paper. Check the syllabus for details. I don’t give make-up tests.

 

We’ll discuss Chapter 4 (or Round 4) of Jab, Jab, Jab, Right Hook — and guess what it’s discussing.  Anyone? Anyone? Yes, Twitter. He likes Twitter.  And it’s a pretty strong chapter.

We’ll also talk about The Clarion-Ledger’s decision not to cover JSU sports due to the fact they are denied access to coaches and players. Should be an interesting discussion. I want to get your take on it. How should this be handled via social media on both sides? Put that thought into your thinking cap.

Working on a Mississippi Public Broadcasting visit. Will be soon, so stay tuned. Ronnie Agnew, head of MPB, is looking forward to meeting you.  Also I’ll introduce you around and give you a tour of radio and TV (I work in both).

Stay tuned.

 

 

 

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10 Life Lessons I learned from sports

Happy Monday y’all. I spent the better part of the weekend watching my middle son zoom around the cross country course and the soccer field. When you spend that much time baking in the sun and watching middle school kids, you observe a few things. It’s entertaining enough to watch the other parents — but really, the kids were the ones who were teaching this weekend. But sports is like that. Some of my most important life lessons were learned on the playing field. Here are a few things I noticed:

  1. It’s great to be a rockstar, but even better to be a member of a great team. You can be Renaldo, but if the rest of your team isn’t in synch, you’re not going to succeed. Being human is a team sport. Remember that and you’ll go far.
  2. Attack the ball, don’t wait for it. That goes for anything in life. Know what you want and go for it. Don’t wait for it to come to you.
  3. When the other team runs their mouth, answer with your feet. The best way to shut someone up is to dominate them. The best revenge is success. Get in their head.
  4. Practice something so much that it becomes part of your subconscious. The second it takes you to think is the moment when your competitor will gain the advantage. Know when to react. Perfect practice leads to perfect performance. I gave my son the example of driving a stick shift. After a while, you don’t even think about shifting gears. You just do it.
  5. Listen to your coach and the ref. Don’t talk back. Say yes sir (or ma’am) and play your game.
  6. Be aggressive. Being afraid is when you get hurt. But don’t be a cheap-shot artist. Karma will bite you in the butt. Play tough but play clean.
  7. When you are in shape, you can can focus on the mental part of the game. That goes for sports and life — you need energy to focus. And life is mental. Fitness is mandatory.
  8. Have a plan and execute it. Run your run or play your game in your mind before your competition.
  9. Talent is awesome — but heart wins the day. I got “Most Talented” in high school but I wish I had gotten “Most Heart.” I’ve discovered that it is the people with heart who change the world.
  10. Losing sucks but is a great teacher. Don’t beat yourself up. Learn from your mistakes and don’t repeat them.

I’m proud of all the kids who compete, give their best and lay their hearts out on the field, course, court or track. I hope they take the lessons they learn and use them for a lifetime of success.

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7.3 Billion to one

Let your attitude be a light in the darkness.

Let your attitude be a light in the darkness.

Woke up this morning and grabbed my phone by reflex. I scanned Facebook statuses and read about various takes on football and life. Then I came across one by a person who is a pretty high profile guy. In it, he was listing all the reasons he was a victim. That he had failed because people were out to get him.

My intention was roll back over and go back to sleep. But I couldn’t. Not because of the man’s Facebook status. It was because I had a huge plank in my own eye.

If you think the world is out to get you, the odds are 7.3 billion to one against you. If you realize that most of your problems are caused by the man (or woman) in your mirror, the odds are in your favor. You can win that battle.

I don’t want to beat up on the guy too much (and thus will not mention his name). Why? I had one of those days Friday. I just didn’t post it here on Facebook. Instead, I went and sat in a library and thought about what I could differently to get the change I am seeking.

Personal responsibility is old fashioned and not very politically popular these days. There aren’t many talk radio shows that preach it (my cousin does about finances, to his credit) But these times call for it.

Now it you will excuse me, I’m going to get a pair of pliers and perform some surgery. I have an eye-plank I need to remove.

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I believe in:

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Being kind to waiters and waitresses
Doing one hour of exercise at least five days a week
Using my car’s blinkers
That the best decision in my life was marrying my wife.
J.J. Abrams to make a decent Star Wars movie
The best in people until they prove me wrong
Karma
Good running shoes
That you are the sum of your five closest friends
the fact that seeing a sunrise is a gift
Family

A good book
The Good Book
The Good Lord
Cheap Beer and good wine
The worst moments are the seeds of your best.
Washing my hands
Being proactive instead of reactive
A random kind word to a stranger
Using my talents
Not being an a-hole (most of the time)
A great steak or at least a cheeseburger
Trying new things

The love of a good dog
Action being better than words
That fear is the Devil walking the earth
Ignoring people who try to make me fearful
There will be cure for cancer.
That kids are awesome.
Good food, friends and family make life bearable.
Good storytelling
The Great Smoky Mountains
Sunscreen
Sneeze guards at all-you-can-eat restaurants
The fact we should pay our blessings forward
The Golden Rule.
Cheesecake
Travel
Laughter

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Adventures of an Awkward Athlete: The Next Level

Steam poured off our bodies as the cool air wrapped its arms around us. Our workout was done for the day and we sat on the artificial turf catching our breath. A couple of our teammates got up and spoke. One, in tears, told about a particularly tough health challenge she is facing. Another told how coming out to workout had given her the mental strength to pull through a particularly cruel loss in her life.

It was a solid reminder that we’re all facing challenges. And it was an even more important reminder of why I spend the money to be out there. It’s group therapy. It’s how I have the strength to keep pushing on.

I know of several of my teammates who have faced challenges that would have brought average men and women to their knees. Their strength strengthens me. Their example pulls me through my own personal dark times.

When I first worked out, I did it for me. As time went on, I realized that there was more than just a physical level to the training — there was a mental one, too. I started paying attention to my teammates more and listening to their stories. I found our shared experiences to be healing.

We’re not alone in this journey. And if we can somehow quit thinking of ourselves for a moment and have empathy, life will get easier. I know the workout won’t — but that’s OK. Tough moments make tough people.

Paul Lacoste talks about the Next Level. It’s physical and mental. But it’s also having the strength to help your teammate when he or she needs it the most.

That’s life right there. That’s truly what living is all about.12006109_10156079227365721_31561077470876233_n

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Class Notes: October 15, 2015

TEST #2 TODAY! DON’T BE LATE — and DON’T MISS IT.

If you miss the test, you have to write a paper. I don’t give makeups (per the syllabus)

See you bright and early.

A clue for the bonus question.

A clue for the bonus question.

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Adventures of an Awkward Athlete: Being Tired

26.2 miles. That’s what the sticker read on my car. One hundred yards from it, I was winded. I could barely make it up to the door to the radio station.

Oh how the mighty had fallen.

Oct. 31, 2010, I weighted 195 lbs. and had completed the Marine Corps Marathon. A year later, I was pushing 250 and wheezing.

I was heart attack waiting to happen.

I looked at that 26.2 sticker and was embarrassed. How could I have let myself go? And how could it have happened so quickly? I tell you how. I had to pick up a second job and I was working my butt off. And I used sugary sodas to prop my energy up.

I was tired. And I was out of shape.

Five years later, I’m about to run my second marathon. I weigh 213 lbs. and work five jobs (six if you count freelance.) I have three kids who need taxiing around. I’m busier than ever.

I’m still tired. But now I’m in shape.

I can tell you this: Being tired when you are out of shape sucks a whole lot more than being tired when you are in shape. I have energy reserves I didn’t have back then. And I am getting so much more done.

People tell me they are too tired to exercise. I get that. But let me tell you from experience: You’re too tired not to exercise. It makes all the difference in the world.

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