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 snippet 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 receded from Northern Wisconsin, and the last Cheesehead Woolly Mammoth went extinct
My family all attended a little white country church (inside and out) in Cable where at age six I accepted Jesus in my Heart. Ironically,while sitting in 'The Back Pew' during Summer Bible School.
To no one's surprise 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. 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 is 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 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. It was time to break out a shiny new complete set of 64 crayola crayons for the Lord, and food.
Ok, I must admit enduring 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 confess I developed a little nervous nervous eating problem while money was tight.
I 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 no longer fit into my interview suits.
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 summary.. I live a life blessed with great family and life long friends like Ron ( The Vicar) Sykes, and ( Mr. Science ) Bryan Anderson who I meet regulary with for Hoagies and laughs... BUT these friends are not who I am talking as I live the lesson learned is it is NOT what you know, it's who ya know,
Let me leave you with my Christmas Stylings and a pic of my son Curt, his wife Laura at the new Target Fields.
2010 Update.. I must confess an unexpected twist in my world of being the BP guy was all the hate mail and death threats in 2010. I have been going by the moniker of The BP Guy for years,
British Petroleum springs a leak in the Gulf and suddenly it is no longer safe to be go by the BP Guy lest I be confused with BP CEO Tony Hayward until they get their little spill cleaned up. IF.. you have any problem distinguishing between the two of us.. Tony is the one with the Yacht.
GRANDPARENT ANNOUNCEMENT: August 31st, 5:27am CST Everett John Larson was born to my son Curt and his wife Laura weighing in at 6lbs. 13oz. Praise God for this new blessing in all our lives.