I am still amazed that, of all the Saturday morning cartoons from my childhood, Scooby Doo is the one that endured. How did that happen? Someone pointed out to me that the predicable story line is very appealing to kids on the Autism Spectrum, along with Scooby’s goofy, hyper-expressive non-verbal communication. That still doesn’t explain how it seems to be popular with everyone else (although I laugh every time I see the bumper sticker that says “What Would Scooby Doo?”) Anyway, until today the Scooby thing left me mostly exasperated. And then today, after weeks and weeks and weeks of drawing the Headless Horseman he switched gears today and turned to drawing Scooby Snacks. Happy Thanksgiving.