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Just was hit with how much I erase a part of my comics childhood:
The Sunday morning funnies
The Sunday morning funnies
I talk a lot about books of magic being the first series I ever read, and how soon after my mom didn& #39;t buy me comics bc I read them too fast and they weren& #39;t worth the money
THAT SAID no one could keep me from the daily news and the Sunday times
THAT SAID no one could keep me from the daily news and the Sunday times
My dad got the paper every morning, and driving to get the paper was a thing on Sundays. Like I& #39;m saying driving around Manhattan with him if the regular guys ran it, or only had copies of the paper without the sports section
It was a great time for me bc driving with dad was how you hung out with him. It was the place where an often quiet man just TALKED with you, about media, about your life, etc.
(When I older he talked more in his house, but I also just think that& #39;s a dynamic change)
(When I older he talked more in his house, but I also just think that& #39;s a dynamic change)
Anyway the funny pages in those papers were FORMATIVE. Fuck, I was reading Cathy before most novels. And don& #39;t get me started on Garfield
Read the political comics even when I didn& #39;t understand them. Flipped through whenever family circus had a one panel elsewhere
Read the political comics even when I didn& #39;t understand them. Flipped through whenever family circus had a one panel elsewhere
I was OBSESSED with prince valiant
And my babysitter would, because of that, wrap every Christmas and birthday present in the Sunday full colored funnies. I& #39;d carefully unwrap things so I could reread those comics. It was as much of a gift as whatever was inside
And my babysitter would, because of that, wrap every Christmas and birthday present in the Sunday full colored funnies. I& #39;d carefully unwrap things so I could reread those comics. It was as much of a gift as whatever was inside
