An indeterminate number of years ago today, an unsuspecting woman in Spain gave birth to a baby cartoonist. His name was Sergio Aragonés and he grew up to be the most honored drawer of funny pictures in the business. I think he now has every single award for cartooning that he could possibly win, including the National Cartoonists Society's Reuben Award and an induction into the Will Eisner Hall of Fame. None of this, of course, is as important as the fact that he's my best friend, at least among human beings capable of sprouting facial hair; that, as he demonstrated over Labor Day Weekend for some of us, he cooks a great Paella; and that as smart as he is, he still can't figure out my magic tricks. If I could just get him to pay me when we work together, he'd be perfect.