A Tale of Two Cities

Last Saturday I found myself in the middle of a baby shower in Temple City. I was drawing 5 minute caricatures of well-to-do young families. In the process, I got into some very interesting intellectual conversations about career choices and family dynamics. I was being paid by the hour so I was very conscious of the speed I was churning these sketches up. They had fun and I had fun myself. The guests were pleasantly surprised at this unusual treat. The hostess was so proud and happy for her choice of entertainment that she displayed my work on her grand piano and said she was passing my name out to her other friends. I appreciate that.

In direct contrast of scenery, last month, I drew caricatures for the city of Watts [one of the poorest communities in Los Angeles]. To be honest, I was a bit nervous because as we approached the basketball court where I was to set up my easel, our guide pointed out 3 rival gangs to me. This was drive-by-shooting country (I wished I gave my wife a better goodbye when I headed out the door). I was only wearing my T-Shirt in the cold night air. The halogen lamps of the basketball court weren’t the best lighting but the “show had to go on.” The line was relentless. Many never had their portraits done … probably because they couldn’t afford it. They were shocked that I was doing it for free. One young black kid gave me business advice: “Are you rich? Like … do you live in an apartment? You know, [his inventive mind churning] you could make money drawing people for $5 a face.” How could you not love that boy?

I had to wrap up when the kitchen ran out of food. The church that sponsored the Christmas event fed 700 people. When I tried to get up a stabbing pain shot up my legs and backside. I guess I had sat down too long. I was so focused that I didn’t realize I was already shivering from the cold. I couldn’t walk. A good friend helped me to the car. I survived the night — no gun shot wound … but I was still wasted. That’s okay because my heart was full of gladness.

In my pain inside the car, I started to realize that one of these days, I would no longer be able to do face-to-face caricatures. My eyesight will go. My trembling fingers will no longer follow my instructions. My back will hurt so bad I wouldn’t be able to sit still for hours anymore.

I will surely miss doing this. I’ve done this for the dirt poor and the filthy rich. I’ve talked to thousands of strangers who I’ve connected quite intimately as I searched into their eyes for the brief period they were my portrait prisoners. Every one of them created by God so distinctly. Even twins have something different about them. Every one of them — special in God’s eyes. Every one of them loved by God. Maybe next week I will share what goes on my head as I draw people.

If you have a caricature I have made of you, please preserve it. If I get rich and famous, that drawing may cost a lot. If that happens, all these poor people like the citizens of Watts will own something of real value.

I decided long ago, pain or no pain, as long as I still can, I will share this gift of drawing to others. I’m certainly thankful if they pay me, but money should never be the determinant of what I give out freely. Please let others know of my services.

Tomorrow I will be doing caricatures at the Duarte Senior Center. It’s for charity. Do drop by and support the seniors. Perhaps you can still own an original Raoul.

TGIF people!

“The wise man does not lay up his own treasures. The more he gives to others, the more he has for his own. — Lao Tzu

Joke of the Week

Our Friday joke of the week comes from: Lois of Whittier, CA

Harry Caray was a beloved, colorful Major League sportscaster who was known for the funny stories he would tell about himself. I heard a story about him the other day, which would be much funnier if you could hear the teller of the story imitating Harry’s strange way of talking. It goes like this.

Lois

Video of the Week

Side by Side
Sent by Don of Kelowna, B.C.

This is probably the third time I am sharing this but it’s too good not to share again. Besides, there have been so many new subscribers since the last time.

Growing old can be funny.

Don’s Puns

From Don’s collection of puns

Heavy Thought of the Week

Sent by Rodney of Manitoba, B.C.

Parting Shots

Thanks to Don of Kelowna, B.C. who shared this

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Last Saturday, Martha, an elderly friend of mine, fell down a steep staircase. She fractured a few ribs and I believe a crack on her skull. A split second imbalance caused all of that grief.

Yesterday afternoon I was feeling weird. Either it was a strained muscle on my left chest or it was some heart palpitation. Remembering Martha and the outcome of a wrong decision, I wondered if I should go to the ER just in case. With much hesitation, I dragged myself to the ER and that was the start of an 8 hour ordeal.

Dr. H, came in smiling. He spoke softly and walked softly. Reminded me of a sinister James Bond Villain: “Good afternoon, Mr. Bond. How are you feeling? Palpitations? Hmmm … do you have trouble breathing? Does your chest feel heavy? Have you had an EKG? Hmmm … you’ll love my EKG,” he insisted with a smile.

All they did was give me tests: checked my blood pressure, took blood samples, took an x-ray … but strangely, they did not give me any kind of medication. Not even water.

But I saw through their dastardly grin. I know what they were really thinking: “How much money can we squeeze out of this poor unfortunate soul?”  

I was there since about 4pm. At about 6pm, Dr, H comes back in. “Your tests seem to be pretty normal … except for your blood pressure!” (Thunder clapping in the distance.)

“Great! So … can I go now?” I asked.

Dr, H just looked at me intently … sizing me up from head to toe. Searching for a flaw … a face twitch or a stammer. “Actually,” he said, “I want to have you stay overnight and observe your condition.” (Thunder clapping in the distance.)

“What?!?! No way! I have too much to do.” I shrieked. “Not even for your famous EKG!”

Dr. H just looked at me like a raptor about to snap my heart out. He told me to wait in the ER. And so I did. During my “imprisonment” he would come by but he would never say anything to me. Deliberately avoiding eye contact. I think he was secretly observing me — waiting for me to fall off my chair! But I didn’t. At 1:30 they decided to release me from confinement. Actually, I was having too much fun joking with the other patients — their plan backfired. So $155 and 8 hours later, I finally made it back home.

That’s why I am so tired and sleepy. I only had about 4 hours sleep last night. I can’t go on writing. I certainly don’t want to meet Dr, H again. Good night.

“Do you want to speak to the doctor in charge or the nurse that knows what’s going on? 
—  Anonymous

TGIF people!

The Young Doctor

Shared by Don of Kelowna, B.C.

A woman went to the emergency room, where she was seen by a young new doctor. After about 3 minutes in the examination room, the doctor told her she was pregnant. She burst out of the room and ran down the corridor screaming.

An older doctor stopped her and asked what the problem was. After listening to her story, he calmed her down and sat her in another room. Then, the doctor marched down the hallway to the first doctor’s room.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” he demanded. “This woman is 68 years old, she has two grown children and several grandchildren, and you told her she was pregnant?!!”

The new doctor continued to write on his clipboard and without looking up said, …“Does she still have the hiccups?

Bladder Problem

Shared by Mel of Washington, D.C.

Cats vs. Cucumbers
Sent by Rodney of Manitoba, B.C.

If you’ve got a cat, have you tried this? Does it really scare them? Poor kitty. I asked my son about it and he said the video’s old and that he would never traumatize his cat like that. What do you think?

WATCH VIDEO

Amazing Heartwarming Magic
Sent by Sent by Tom of Pasadena

Heartwarming Magic? Is that even possible? Decide for yourself.

WATCH VIDEO

Don’s Puns

From Don’s collection of puns

Parting Shot

Thanks to Tom of Pasadena who shared this photo

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