This was the first Arlo & Janis of the new millennium, Jan. 1, 2000. That is, of course, unless you’re one of the literalists who insist the first day of the millennium actually was Jan. 1, 2001. I’ll bet you thought you wouldn’t have to go through that discussion for another thousand years, did you? Unlike Arlo, I did a little better that New Year’s Eve. I put on my tux and went out into the world, just like something out of Turner Classic Movies. Yes, I actually own a tuxedo, but, assuming the moths haven’t reduced it to a collection of holes, I suspect it is dreadfully out of style. Maybe not, given my conservative sartorial tastes. I own a tux, because I am a cartoonist. No, that is not the non sequitur it would seem. The National Cartoonists Society’s annual awards dinner, The Reubens, for years was strictly black-tie. I haven’t attended an NCS annual meeting recently, but I did attend on a semi-regular basis when I was starting out. I actually purchased formal wear to save myself the trouble and expense of renting a monkey suit every year. I think I’ve worn it twice since that famous New Year’s Eve. I should check and see how much the moths have left me.
