July 25th, 2014
This weekend marks my twenty-fifth anniversary as the editorial cartoonist for the Omaha World-Herald. I had free-lanced as a cartoonist before, for the World-Herald, and for other newspapers. But to take on the task full-time, drawing six cartoons a week? In those deadline-free weeks leading up to my first day on the job, my nerves were getting the best of me. How could I possibly draw a new cartoon every day? For that matter, was I even going to be able to come up with one cartoon? Maybe I was in over my head.
Six days before starting the job, United Flight 232 crash-landed in Sioux City, Iowa. The crash killed 112 of the 296 on board. The story of Flight 232 was big news, of course. And while a big part of my job is to poke fun and criticize, I decided to take an upbeat approach for my first effort.
The drawing leaves much to be desired. But it’s the message of the cartoon that still rings true for me. Often, when I fly, or when I draw airplanes, I think back to that first cartoon. I thought about it on September 11th, and I thought of it again, just the other day, after the downing of Malaysia Airlines Flight 17.
I’d like to believe that over the years my drawings have improved. But this time around, when commenting on an air disaster of a different nature, I found myself, unfortunately, focusing on non-heroes.