By Gary Martin
One of the best (and worst) things about living on the Upper West Side is that anything you can think of — from the best Crab Rangoon to that classic Telecaster guitar you’ve been eyeing — can be delivered to your door. I mean, if you have the wherewithal, why ever go outside anymore? There you might get whacked by any number of delivery people riding any number of delivery vehicles. Though, I still like to attempt a collision-less stroll and shop local when I can.
Gary B. Martin is an illustrator and animator who has lived on the Upper West Side for more than three decades. His Sunday illustrations for the Rag chronicle life in the neighborhood and New York City. See his other Rag cartoons — HERE.
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Something to think about
Very astute indeed my dear Gary – bravo!
nice
Ain’t it the truth! Go Gary!
Now, now. Some of us are quite poor and ordering cheap junk from Amazon is practically the only fun we have left.
Adding to the best of the UWS – Gary’s cartoons!
Made me chuckle. Ain’t it so?
Again, spot on! ❤️
This is sad and true, though funny.
Yes – the new urban serfdom.
Excluding ill, home bound, disabled – affluent people get served by low income workers
Always on point. Love Gary’s wit. Always have!
Speaking of which, is Malaysia Grill closed? The phone seems to be disconnected.
It was closed when I went there on Thursday, with no sign on it indicating why.
Sad but true. And it will be truer if the election goes the wrong way in November.
Yeah, I thought about this a lot during the pandemic. And then ordered more, so whatever thoughts and prayers are worth ….
Martoons — always the perfect blend of humorous meets insightful! Have you got a book???
Gary always delivers!
Would love to know where Gary get his crab rangoons from!
Ain’t that the truth…another spot on commentary on the state of the disunion
Nonsense. Such is the development of all countries. At least democracies like America. The grandparents and great-grandparents of today’s “rich people” were the delivery-people (and seamstresses, butchers, day-laborers) of their day. And the daughter or grandson of today’s deliveryman is going to be your kid’s doctor! Embrace progress, my neighbors.
Insightful as always!
Poignant, as always.
End capitalism
E.M. Forster envisioned a world like this in one of his early short stories, “The Machine Stops,” 1909. One difference was that the deliveries were made underground.
Why tie delivery to rich people? Everyone gets delivery rich, poor or in the melancholy middle.
Right on.