My lifelong passion for newspapers started with the funnies. That's the way it used to work. Get 'em while they're young. Sunday after Sunday, when I was a kid in the 1970s, I couldn't wait to dig in to the color comics.
I loved Tiger, Momma, Miss Peach of the Kelly School, Blondie, Dennis the Menace, Broom Hilda, Hagar the Horrible, B.C., Family Circus. Loved them all! When Garfield came along, it was a revelation. I tried to read Doonesbury but was baffled by it. Even so, I missed it during the early 1980s hiatus.
Some of these strips are still running. Some of them -- all but Doonesbury? -- seem very tired.
I worshiped at the altar of Charles M. Schulz. I had dozens of Peanuts books. I still get a charge thinking about the "CBS Special" promo
that used to herald Peanuts shows.
Our local paper, the Nashville Tennessean, ran a Sunday comics feature called Cappy Dick, which I adored. There were puzzles, jokes, crafts.
Every week I discussed all of this stuff with classmates. And as I got older, I started reading the rest of the newspaper. A long-term habit was formed.
Do kids still lie on the floor and read the Sunday funnies?