It was what I thought would be a typical Tuesday in the New Yorker office. Grab a seat and settle in for some fun cartoonist banter until it's your turn to bring your batch in for review.
When I walked in this Tuesday, my friend whispered, "That's George Booth!" about the man sitting in the corner of the room.
I've always loved his work and was so excited to meet another one of my cartooning idols.
He was very funny and very sweet. We were all talking about cats and I asked him if he had a lot of dogs. He said "only in my mind."