I understand every word of this, yet have no idea how any of it ties together.

I feel this worth mentioning (or repeating, since I’m old and have no idea whether I’ve already said various things): my entire teaching career totaled less than a year, yet I had no problem keeping kids like Caulfield from disrupting the class with irrelevant questions.

And I had some kids who were smarter than Caulfield.



Not really synchronicity, given the date — though I’m not sure I’d previously seen a comic focusing on segregated water fountains, and two of them appearing back-to-back in my feed was kind of weird.

Weirder was remembering last night (as presumably it did to Jimmy Johnson a few weeks ago) that separate water fountains still existed in my lifetime.

Comic Strips

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When I was this kid’s age, shortly after I came home from school (after walking barefoot in the snow, uphill both ways, even in the summer), the afternoon paper showed up containing about a dozen comics. All second- or third-tier comics, because I lived just outside of New York City and the City papers between them had exclusive regional rights to everything worth reading. Our top strip was, I think, Tiger. Once a week, in the Sunday News, I’d get to see comics the rest of the world had heard of.

Peanuts? B.C.? A few times a year when I went into the City with my father and we picked up the New York Post. And during the summer, when we stayed in an area where an out-of-town edition of the Post was delivered.

So even if the newspapers from his grandfather’s childhood contained more comics strips than they do now — which might or might not be the case (and assuming the kid actually reads newspapers) — this is the Golden Age for “number of comic strips”: 8-year-old me literally had no access to Dick Tracy during the week, while he can choose among hundreds if not thousands of comic strips on a daily basis.

EDITED TO ADD: Come to think of it, “And before we knew it, that was all” needs the CIDU tag.