Bob Eckstein
@bobeckstein.bsky.social
NY Time bestseller, New Yorker cartoonist. Expert and speaker on bookstores, museums, cartoons, and snowmen. Substack The Bob. CE Writer’s Digest.
Even close-up, one can’t see the 10-point font under the B that says”Hall of Fame.” Free. Money used goes to charity. Favorite machine? The Flintstones car that is also a pinball machine. Tomorrow we see the Flintstones car from the movie at the Hollywood Cars Museum Las Vegas. Yabba Dabba Do!
My wild trip to Vegas has begun. I will be hooking up with Wheels (mom’s nickname—she’s a high-roller with an electric scooter.). I packed a cheese sandwich and only old clothes that I will wear then toss—no luggage by the end of the trip. I’ll be providing more exciting details over the next wk.
While in this country we’re are celebrating American Frog Day, in England it’s Everyone Writes Day. Schools across the country conduct writing activities to encourage writing. To improve your writing, read The Bob. free subscriptions to students, seniors. contact me; snowmanexpert@gmail.com
Remember today is, "When I moved to China," day. Every answer to a question. (I might have made this up.)
Happy No Kings Day. Just 17 more days and then other unforeseen things will go wrong.
It’s with a heavy heart I share the obit of Peter C. Vey. Thank you Michael Rosenwald of The New York Times for a beautiful tribute for my friend. www.nytimes.com/2026/10/13/b...
The New Yorker Cartoonist P.C. Vey Has Died (Gift Article)
His work for The New Yorker savaged the absurdities of everyday life. He has died at 70.
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I appreciate it’s hard for people to get worked up over the plight of cartoons with everything else going on but this is a clear example of how fear has become a weapon and gag cartoonists being gagged, at a time when truth has never been more important or scarce. open.substack.com/pub/borowitz...
The War on Cartoonists
It’s a war on us.
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My last Substack, Writer’s Workshop Wednesday, drew about 120 million views, more than all the NFL games combined. tinyurl.com/bwwjbxfe
Friday! I will be doing a LIVE walk through the park. I will be muttering to myself about publishing. Anyone can join—it‘s a public park.
TV show No Problemas is shooting in my neighborhood and there is NO parking. No Problemas? No, gran problema.
Hey, wish me well, folks—I have a big meeting today. Hoping this Zoom is with real people and this is not an elaborate scam that will wipe me out.
Okay, that should do it. What a coincidence that Tennessee is now run by two former New York head coaches that brought NYC so much pain to us.
For those who use The Bob Substack as their main news source, I have not been banned from the White House, I just chose not to go. thebob.substack.com
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This is the water fountain at my gym. Membership is free and the machines are usually empty.
Every house Columbo visits has a wet bar with every scene opening with someone making a drink. You don’t see them much anymore but if your friend DOES have a wet bar, I’m just saying, watch your back.
I reported on a match between two of my friends, Richard Robbins and Gus Saltonstall for the West Side Rag. tinyurl.com/yc5hz2n7 @westsiderag.bsky.social @richnyc.bsky.social
WSR Exclusive: Action on the Upper West Side Outside Courts
Gus Saltonstall on the left and Richard Robbins on the right. Art by Bob Eckstein. By Bob Eckstein With Upper
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It’s the match of the year…and almost midnight. This is how you get kids into the sport of tennis? My prediction? The match won’t end until 3 am, the earliest.
To anyone I told to go take a flying leap, let me know if you are not a scam and a real colleague I told off.
I just told Ken Burns he can go F himself. I’ve been in touch with Ken before and if he wanted to make a movie out of my history of the snowman book with him he would have picked up the phone and would have called me, right? I’m going to assume I just told off a scammer.