If You Weren’t A Donut, You Could Be A Model

“This fall and winter, Mark Addison Kershaw’s identity, Lo, his very being, fell into the hands of thieves, varmints, and villains. His intellectual property writ large (and captioned) across the vasty spaces of the worldwide web was purloined and sullied by anonymous pirates bent on doing him harm. There was nothing his editor here could do about this besides wring her hands. Reader, I wrung my hands, and wring them, still. Mark is a diligent, charming, and honorable soul, all of which shines through his gentle, if piquant, cartoons. He wouldn’t harm a flea in a bunny’s ear, a bear holed up for the winter beneath a preacher’s porch, a goldfish temporarily removed from its wet element onto a (dry!) linoleum floor.”—Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

Addison

By Mark Addison Kershaw

ATLANTA Georgia—(Weekly Hubris)—1 February 2023—Editor’s Note: This past fall and winter, Mark Addison Kershaw’s identity, Lo, his very being, fell into the hands of thieves, varmints, and villains. His intellectual property writ large (and captioned) across the vasty spaces of the worldwide web was purloined and sullied by anonymous pirates bent on doing him harm. There was nothing his editor here could do about this besides wring her hands. Reader, I wrung my hands, and wring them, still. Mark is a diligent, charming, and honorable soul, all of which shines through his gentle, if piquant, cartoons. He wouldn’t harm a flea in a bunny’s ear, a bear holed up for the winter beneath a preacher’s porch, a goldfish temporarily removed from its wet element onto a (dry!) linoleum floor. I know, from his humor, that Mark would somehow relocate the flea, encourage the pastor to find another avenue of egress, and scoop up the goldfish in a flash. But the web is a dark and hazardous place now, and, without a savvy webmaster (and iron-clad passwords), I and my own trove of scribblings might have gone the way of Kershaw’s more profitable ink. I suppose I’m sharing this information with you, my and Mark’s readers, because he really has been through it during these most recent holidays. So, I’m happy as a flea on a bunny to have him back with us this February. And, at the very end of this month’s issue, here’s dessert, as usual—single-panel sweetery by our resident Addison. Happy Valentine’s Day, Mark!