My father, Paul Adams, lived and worked at the Blue Moon diner and gift shop. The business was owned by his father, Clyde Raymond Adams.
This is the farm in Windham New York that my mother, Virginia Adams, grew up on. The farm was run by her brother, Foster Vining, and my grandmother Flossie Vining. My grandfather passed when I was about 10 or so.
I worked on the farm to earn extra money. It was only a mile from my own home.
Attended Windham Ashland Jewett Central School in Windham NY. The school handled kindergarten through senior year. My class size was approximately 40 people.
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Moved into Pleasanton house.
I lost my ability to speak properly for 3.5 years. The condition is called spasmodic dysphonia.
In 2009 I had surgery to cure it.
I opened a second restaurant because the original Stacey's Cafe was doing well. Unfortunately I signed the lease on September 11, 2001, as the Twin Towers were falling. The local economy went stagnant for years and the second restaurant never turned a profit. I exited the business several years later.
Won the National Cartoonists Society Reuben Award for Outstanding Cartoonist of the Year and Best Newspaper Comic Strip of 1997, the most prestigious awards in the field.
My mother was an artist. She specialized in landscapes, mostly later in life. She sold every painting she tried to sell in local galleries. I used to tease her because she set her price by the size of the canvas and sold everything she produced almost right away. I couldn't understand why she would ever do a small painting.
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United Media offers a contract to create a daily syndicated comic for newspapers. Dilbert launches in about 25 newspapers, which is a weak launch.
Submitted samples of the Dilbert comic strip to syndicates. United Media offered a development contract.
My first apartment in San Francisco. I had three three roommates. My room had no window.
My first job after college was as a bank teller at the One Sansome St. Branch of what was Crocker National Bank in San Francisco. Subsequent jobs at Crocker included:
My ex-girlfriend from college invited me to visit her in San Francisco where she had moved a few years earlier. I planned to stay a few days and return to Los Angeles where I had already accepted a job at U.S. Bank. My ex convinced me that Northern California was more my style, and I said I'd stay if I could find a job in the next few days.
The next day I walked into a branch of Crocker National Bank and asked for a job as a teller. They hired me on the spot. I have lived in the Bay Area since then.
I felt bad accepting the job at the other bank and bailing out before the first day of work. But I reminded myself that businesses can fire employees for any reason that suits their self-interest. My guilt didn't last.
The house in the photo was the scene-setting exterior photo for a TV show called Too Close for Comfort, about a conservative cartoonist working from his home in San Francisco. I hunted down the actual house and took a picture of it for inspiration. It was the sort of life I wanted. Years later I would have it.
Traded my rusty car to my sister, Cindy, for a one-way plane ticket to California. Stayed with my brother, Dave, who was already living there.
Graduated Hartwick College, Oneonta NY, with a BA in Economics.
Datsun 510 broke down on the drive from Syracuse back to Hartwick College campus. Temperature was near zero. I had no coat, and there was no civilization nearby. I started to run for my life, to see if I could reach safety. A car finally came by and saved me.
Attended Hartwick College, Oneonta NY, for four years, earning a BA in Economics and a 3.75 GPA.
This is the cramped basement in the home where I grew up. We had a pool table but couldn't afford one with a slate bed. This had a wooden bed that warped so badly it was nearly unplayable. I still spent countless hours down there.
The basement was designed to be a nuclear bomb shelter because my parents assume Russia would attack any minute. My father didn't know much about nuclear bomb shelters. He figured some cinder block walls and some preserved fruit would be enough to get us through. We were tough country people.
This little black and white TV was a huge technological upgrade in my life. This was for the bedroom I shared with my brother. Unfortunately we lived in the mountains and only got received one network clearly via the antennae and the vertical hold was never stable.
The rope you see in front of the TV I would wrap around the horizontal hold knob on the right side so I could keep the picture in frame manually from across the room just by pulling on one end or the other of the rope.
My mother kept her piano in my brother and my bedroom. His desk is shown on the left.
In 2015-2016 I blogged about the persuasion skills of Donald Trump as he ran for president. I was one of the few people to predict his win a year in advance. I based my prediction Trump's persuasion talents, not his policies.