Waiting on the Sunday Comics
When I was a kid, one of the best parts of the week wasn't Saturday morning cartoons or summer vacation. It was the Sunday newspaper. Every Sunday morning, I'd be waiting for that paper like it contained the secrets of the universe. My parents probably wanted to read the news, but I had only one mission: get to the comics before anyone else did. The first page I looked for was always Garfield. That orange cat was living the life I dreamed about. He hated Mondays, loved food, took naps whenever he wanted, and somehow managed to get away with everything. Looking back, Garfield may have been my first role model, which probably explains a lot. Then there was Dennis the Menace. That kid could turn a normal day into complete chaos without even trying. As a kid, I thought Dennis was hilarious. As an adult, I realize Mr. Wilson deserved some kind of lifetime achievement award for patience. The funny thing is, I never really cared about the rest of the newspaper. Politics? Nope. Stock...
