Corollary to the First Amendment

Above is a cleaned up version, like it may have appeared in 'the Shadow,' and below is a raw scan with non-repo blue and wax and age discoloration and the whole 9 yards.
Back when I was editor of my high school paper, the Supreme Court ruled on the Hazelwood case declaring that the principle of a Missouri high school was essentially the publisher of the student newspaper and therefore entitled to censor content.

Cowboy Movie Actor

I was paging through some of my old stuff from high school and was painfully disappointed with how lousy I was. Finally I found this one that wasn't too bad. As far as I remember, it's the first time I drew Ronald Reagan.

Can I have your number?

This would never happen today. No one has rotary phones, and no one passes notes on paper, they text on their cell phones. Nor are there many time and temperature numbers anymore.

USA for Africa

There was a Cartoon Aid project, kind of like the Band Aid one. Even though I was just in high school, I wanted to participate. This was my offering.

Academia

Back when I was in high school, there was an afternoon daily called the Phoenix Gazette that has since been absorbed by the Arizona Republic. Every Wednesday they ran a section they called the 'Teen Gazette.' I had made up my mind the summer before my Freshman year that I wanted to have a weekly comic strip. Their previous cartoonist was a Senior who was graduating. I loved his strip, it reminded me of Funky Winkerbean. I created Howie Smith, an "everyman" who looked a lot like me, only skinnier. He attended "Orangewood High, home of the Fighting Tangerellos." I LOVED Doonesbury and was tempted to name my strip "Bull Tales," after his at Yale, because we were the Shadow Mountain Matadors, but it occurred to me that the Teen Gazette was for the whole Valley, not just my school. So I leaned toward what Berk Breathed had called his Bloom County when he was in college, the "Academia Waltz." But of course, copyright law freaked me out, so I just called it "Academia." 20 years later, I still admire Doonesbury, but the older I get, the more annoying I find Bloom County and Opus. Tastes change, whatchya gonna do.

Space travel had become routine

I don't remember if this was from Challenger 6 in April or Challenger 9 in October of 1985, but the point is that we had become almost too comfortable- even complacent about space travel. In January 1986 the Challenger broke up after lift off killing all aboard. I was in Newspaper class at school and we all gathered around a TV. Our advisor had been a finalist for the teacher in space program and had known Christa McAuliffe personally. Talk about traumatic.

Pencil sketches

Here's a couple more pages from my assignment book when I took a cartooning class at Scottsdale Community College. Think that I felt like teachers were kind of intimidating?

Teachers Point us to the Future

Here's a page from my assignment book when I took a cartooning class at Scottsdale Community College, home of the Fighting Artichokes. Notice our teacher liked my work!

Prom Night

Dedicated to my friends Kevin & Ireen. Kevin & I worked together at a Baskin Robins when he was a Senior and I was a Junior. Naturally I had to work and he thought it would be cool to call me from the limo. Senior year I had a date but came down with a 106° the day of Prom. Fortunately for my date, our mutual friend, Chris was home on leave from the Marine Military Academy and had his dress uniform so he could pinch-hit for me without having to rent a tux.