"As a young teen I rode my bike each week to my grandfather’s farm, 20 miles away to help cut his acres of lawn – and earn ten bucks," says Mike Baldwin. "At the end of the day, I’d pore though his stack of old New Yorker magazines. I loved the cartoons and thought, Imagine, drawing cartoons for a living. I could do that – and keep my toes." He did, and we're glad.