Above are the lyrics of Piano Man Billy Joel, and YES I do realize Billy is neither a prophet or a contemporary worship leader. While these lyrics are neither biblically sound in content or message I find them a nice lead in to the following cartoon snipet of my life.

In the beginning...
there was the very rural community of Cable Wisconsin with a population hovering around 280. I was born the son of loving parents Walter and Nellie Larson way back in the year 1957 shortly after the glaciers receeded from Northern Wisconsin, and the last Cheesehead Wooly Mammoth went extinct .

My family all attended a little white country church (inside and out) in Cable where at age 6 I accepted Jesus in my Heart. Ironically,while sitting in 'The Back Pew' during Summer Bible School.

To know one's suprise I always loved cartoons and would spend hours at the kitchen table or on the floor in front of the television drawing popular cartoons (with my favorite being Popeye the Sailor man), or cartoons of my own creation. My mom saved cartoons that I did even as early as age 6. Just think how far I have come? I am now beyond the 1/2 century mark and still coloring between the lines every chance I can.

This was the very real beginning for me and my faith journey. My church, my family and this rural setting of the thriving metropolis of Cable was a priceless heritage for my life. Or in other words.. I BLAME EVERYTHING ON THEM!

As you can imagine a town of 280 people is about as rural as it gets. There are NO traffic lights, rush hour traffic exists between 7:58 AM until 8:03 AM, and returns from 3:58 PM through about 4:04 PM. and Traffic jams were only mythical folklore regarding trips to the big city told to scare the locals.

In the summers Cable was a nice tourist town with plenty of area lakes to fish and boat on, in the winters there were snowmobiles and our very own Mt. Telemark to SKI on, and in the fall everyone brandished guns to shoot deer, ducks, polar bears, and revenuers. Ok, there were no polar bears... and we don't shoot at revenuers.. any shots fired are only WARNING SHOTS.

It was a peaceful setting for me where the only stress I experienced was when was asked to work as the side aisle Usher at my home church with a Sunday night crowd sometimes over 30 people! THIS my friends is the definition of someone with a social anxiety disorder.

Of course since I neither liked to hunt or fish.. it was time for me to move to the big city. Sorta like a Beverly Hillbilly but wearing a cheesehead. Since the big move to the big city, I got married, had some kids, owned a pet or two or three all while continuing my faith journey now way beyond the friendly confines of Cable Wisconsin.

My career paths have changed from working as a logger wielding a lo-tech but powerful chainsaw in Wisconsin to my years working programming and/or supporting hi-tech computers, This all led me to my burning bush moment while writing programming code (poorly) I realized this was not how God wired me, and that it was time to break out my shiny new complete set of 64 crayola crayons for the Lord, and food.

Ok, I must admit a hard times culminating with a dream of me sitting on a park bench with Forrest Gump and Job helped encourage/force me to move on, but seriously though I have had plenty of struggles finding my way since my exit from corporate America, which included ...

a letter stating I AM DEAD, which is never good news, and then I worked a paper route one summer to supplement my income with the skilled paper tosses of a former high school athlete.

I also must to admit to developing a little nervous nervous eating problem while money was tight

I do believe along with my business of managing sports officials I am now working as God intends. I may never be rich, and all work is hard, but I now find myself supporting my family with sports and cartooning which are my two unique passions in life. I sure hope they work out.. CUZ.. I don't think I would fit well into my interview suits anymore.

So the moral of my story is Dream Big! Serve God uniquely as He has wired you even if it means taking a chance and stepping out of a boat to walk on water like Peter. I know, easier said then done, but this is the best way to live life. GET OUT OF THE BOAT!

So with all this out there about me...

let me share a few more moments in TOON that I will entitle... IT'S FUN BEING JEFF

There was the My 2006 Knee Fiasco which can be summarized with ...
(1) The FALL (2) The Knife (3) A time of singing The Blues and (4) Physicial Therapy at the hands of a Physical Terrorist.. I mean therapist.

another small flaw I must admit is that I don't do sick well, and the enemy still whispers me lies, but it is my job to not listen to these LIES .

In the end, while I live a life with great family and good friends like life long friends Ron Sykes, and Mr. BBB brain bleeder Bryan Anderson they are not who I am talking as I live the lesson learned is it is NOT about what you know, it's who ya know,

and in conclusion let me leave you with my Christmas Stylings