Phil Fountain
Hunch
Cartoonists vs. The Angel of Death
Imagine being herded from a boxcar and marched through a barbed-wire gate. Imagine a stern military officer with a skull and crossbones on his uniform stands at the entrance and will decide your fate with a flick of his wrist.… Continue Reading
The Ten Suggestions, by Phil Fountain
People, often younger people, come to me for advice. The best advice I can give them is usually, “Don’t come to me for advice.” I’m not a sage or guru or teacher. I’m not a doctor (though I once played… Continue Reading
They were bound to find out sooner or later, or How I lost two gigs in one week
The following is a transcription of a telephone conversation that may or may not have occurred between myself and Website Mistress Doni Greenberg. (Phone rings…) Philbert: Hello? Doni: Hello? Phil? This is Doni Greenberg. P: Oh. Hi, Doni. D: Phil,… Continue Reading
Club me — I must be dreaming
“I would never belong to a club that would have me as a member.” – Groucho Marx What am I doing here? No, really? What were the tasteful and erudite folks at Food for Thought thinking when they gave me… Continue Reading
