Today’s enlightened column comes from a former publisher and editor at the Sarasota (Fla.) Herald Tribune.
From the piece:
One of my fondest memories as a child is flopping down on the living room rug with my sisters, the Sunday newspaper spread out in front of us as our father read the color comics out loud. Sometimes we understood the humor and sometimes we didn’t, but the tradition carried on regardless.
When life got particularly hectic with school, then married life and child-rearing, reading the comics was not at the top of my to-do list. Still, when I had a chance, I’d glance at the comics page and feel that nostalgic pleasure.