It's been a long long hot summer. The oppressive heat and humidity bring out the dullard in me, and the least thing on a dullard's mind is keeping a current sketchblog. Every now and then, however, in order to keep from sinking into a completely vegetative state, I force myself to do something "productive"...ergo this sketch from the beach at Oyster Bay. Why can't it be Fall tomorrow? Why don't I have more than one puny air conditioner?