When I got home last night I grabbed the remote and turned on a cable news program. I was busy in the kitchen and couldn't see the screen but I heard a voice that I remembered always sent chills down my spine. I walked into the living room and sure enough, staring me in the face, swastika on forehead, cigarette in hand, was Charles Manson.

In most of the 1980's, I was living in Washington, D.C., working in corporate America, waking up at 6 am, rushing with my coffee while I brushed my teeth and put on my pinstripe suit and yellow power tie, and drove to work, arriving before rush hour. Only to to experience panic and anxiety until daybreak.

Some people appreciate a bit of naughtiness in their lives-nothing too overly dirty, but something a wee bit risqu that makes them smile. For them, video ecards are just what the doctor ordered. Hysterical, irreverent, and sometimes just plain bizarre, there are some to really tickle your inner playboy (or girl!)

Memories are nice. Especially thinking back to being a toddler, and, yes, I do remember, and watching Popeye on television. Nothing could take me away from Popeye.

People tend to be visual creatures. We react to what we see. And to a lesser degree, we are auditory. If we hear a sound or loud noise, we may react as well. We react even differently to music. All play upon our emotions.

Since we were babies, we loved to watch things. We were visual and continue to be. We react to what we see. And to a lesser degree, we are auditory. Sounds can cause a reaction as well as sight. Cartoonists are aware of this and have to work harder than an actor or comedian to get your attention.

As one who is into cow collectibles, clothes, and such, I humbly believe the cow to be the funniest (and possibly the most spiritual animal on the planet...and no, I have no Hindu roots). I just love the cow. Though this may be hard for some city-dwellers to fathom, I can assure you Mississippians and other inhabitants of the southeastern states were laughing at cows long before The Far Side was a twinkle in Gary Larson's eye.

I used to joke that the OB/GYN told my mom, "It's a Realtor" when I was born. My parents owned a very old real estate stable family real estate company and were from a generation where, if and when an offspring arrived, especially a male, they were born to be bred.that is, bred into the family business, or made to be the future superstar salesman. I let them down.

Londons Times Cartoons founder, Rick London, like many other creative souls such as Elvis, John Grisham, William Faulkner, B.B. King and many others, was born and raised in rural Mississippi. His early formal education surely did not teach him what he knows today. When we met, he was not yet a cartoonist, but a well-known playright and businessman, living inside the beltway, who had founded an interesting bus tour business in in the late 1980's. I was just beginning my writing career at the time, and he was getting major media coverage worldwide so I stood in line for an interview. He made time for me on the same day he made time for "Inside Edition", then hosted by Bill O'Reilly. Rick was and is a gentleman.

Asking oneself who is the best at their profession is similar to asking which galaxy offers the most oxygen. One can only guess it is ours, but that could be our ego talking. The Internet offers analytical sites that measure certain websites, however. Unlike movie and tv stars, cartoonists are not a talkative or egotistical bunch, for the most part, so one has to research. I found some interesting information.