You've probably heard by now, but there was a plane crash here in New York City. To add to an already rainy gray and gloomy day (and probably due to it), a small airplane crashed into a residential building up on 72nd street, about 11 streets and a couple of blocks up from where I was unknowingly taking a field trip to the Society of Illustrators gallery. I didn't even know about it until my friend called me from NJ asking if I was alright. I couldn't hear her very well because of all the sirens blaring around me, but I was able to catch the words "plane" "crash" and "the city", which in the same sentence is enough to make anyone worry. While this was fortunately not connected to and nowhere near the scale of 9/11, but while it's no precursor to a larger threat, the plane was manned by Yankees pitcher Cory Lidle and his flight instructor, both who tragically perished. I'm no fan of baseball but this is still pretty intense. These things can happen to anyone and you never, ever expect them... the city will be buzzing for days to come. My condolences to the families and fans of the deceased... let's all hope the future looks brighter for everyone.

In other news, the Society of Illustrators gallery was amazing. Some of my favorite cartoonists had original inks of their work up on the walls and taking in all the variations of all these styles and stories and line weights and techniques it's like... ohh.... I love cartooning like I can't even put into words.