I finally broke down and did it. I mowed the lawn for the first time. Spring is officially here.

Yep, it's true. Yet another reason to hold your breath while buying a new car.

If you haven't guessed already, me likey Peanuts!

I predict a cease-and-desist order from their crack legal beagle.

I apologize for the late posting of today's cartoon. I hope I didn't ruin your Monday.

Here in the land of Lincoln, there has been a big debate over the University of Illinois' mascot, Chief Illiniwek. Recently the school--with a little pressure from the NCAA--decided to retire the ol' Chief and are currently conducting a search for a new mascot.

I wait with baited breath for what the U of I mascot committee comes up with.

Not unlike many kids of my generation, I grew up watching the Brady Bunch.

One episode in particular stands out in my mind. The plot, of course, was superfluous; but basically Jan and Marcia spent a half-hour bouncing around an amusement park. Television didn't get much better than that.

And now I discover that Marcia suffered from bulimia and had a cocaine addiction. Between that, Mr. Brady being gay, and Greg dating Mrs. Brady --I, officially, have had too much information about the Bradys.

I mean, what's next? Cousin Oliver was cloned from the missing family pet, Tiger?

The local chapter of the cartoonists cabal met last night in Schaumburg. Thanks to Mark Anderson for making the arrangements. A great time was had by all.

Although it looks like I had a few too many hamburgers.

I admit it. As a kid, I used to dress up as a superhero. A blanket, a sheet, a towel -- it didn't matter -- wrap it around your shoulders and, whammo, everyone knew you were there to fight crime.

Of course, superheroes also tended to wear their underwear as outerwear. I tried the underwear outside the clothes once, but Mom quickly put a kibosh to that idea. Mom may have had high hopes for my future, but even she knew I would never amount to a superhero.