You get used to losing things as you age. Wallets. Cell phones. Even my favorite baseball cap disappeared for a couple of months, then materialized under a couch cushion. (It was found there because my wife had looked under that cushion for my car keys.) But there’s one vital possession that a person like me should never lose. One of the most treasured tools in the cartoonist’s toolbox is a thing called “a sense of humor.” And mine is gone. I checked under the bed, the car seats, through the

Binge-watching Netflix And shopping on Amazon Videos of pet tricks And following Kardashians Basketball, football, and Taylor Swift sings These are my favorite distracting things When the headlines sound like “end times” Trump outrages galore I simply tuck my head down into the web And distract myself once more Facebook and X-Box Twitter and Snapchat A Googilion new ways to obsess and distract Back when the Internet was first on the scene Who knew it’d become a distraction machine? While

City of Wichita bean-counters are reportedly considering some cuts at CityArts, our downtown facility that provides arts education and instruction, gallery exhibition space and a small gift shop. But they say it’s too early to get concerned, so I thought I’d just get musical:

“Birds do it. Jerks do it. Let’s do it. Let’s tweet.” When Cole Porter wrote those lines – OK, the first three words of those lines – he had no idea what sort of world would be wrought here in 2018. Not only do humans tweet, but their tweets make headlines, alter governmental policy and rile international relationships.

Oh, give me a cone where the cars and trucks roam Where the street work goes day after day Where often is heard an offensive swear word And the traffic's stalled every which way Cones, cones on the road Making detours necessary each day Our streets are so bumpy But repairs make us grumpy And we gripe cause there's cones in our way People say Wichita's got the worst streets of all It's like driving on a washboard we say But when new pavement's poured Those orange cones are abhorred We go cussing

Three days ago things perked up a bit in the realm behind the “Pearly Gates.” Administrative angels that had become a little lax in their accounting started to sit up a little straighter and pay more attention to their jobs. Ordinary rank-and-file angels became more informed about the ins and outs of celestial politics.

Well, come on, everybody, and let’s play a game Making up a rhyme from a Trump nick name All you gotta do is look at his childish tweets Put a rhyme together and it sounds so sweet (And there isn’t anybody that Trump can’t insult!) Hillary! Crooked rooked mo mooked Banana bana fo-rooked Me-mi-mo mooked – crooked! Comey! Slimeball rimeball mo mimeball Banana bana fo-limeball Me-mi-mo fimeball– Slimeball! New York Times! Failing railing mo mailing Banana bana fo-railing Me-mi-mo mailing – failing!

Some months ago we decided to add to our family and we adopted a labradoodle. His calm and demure personality at the time caused us to name him Perry. It was in honor of Perry Como, the calm and demure crooner from years ago.

(With apologies to the Monkees…) I thought privacy online was a given thing Meant to be a right for you and me But it was just a daydream That’s the way it seems Disappointment haunts my computer screen Then I saw Facebook, now I’m a non-believer There’s not a trace, of privacy left All my data’s been sold, to Cambridge Analytica I’m just a political loser now I thought trolls were only found in fairy tales Living under bridges grumpily But the trolls from Russia Gave Trump the data he’d need

For today’s commentary, I’ve invited an old friend to come in and speak: Hello, everybody, this is Elvis Presley from down in Memphis, Tennessee. I wanted to say a few words in favor of my good buddy, your Kansas Secretary of State, Mr. Kris Kobach. Mr. Kobach is currently in the process of defending the existence of voter fraud by illegal immigrants. There seem to be a lot of folks out there that think this voter fraud thing is a myth. Well, lemme tell ya, I know a thing or two about myths. See