A boy and his tiger
There was a comic strip I used to read back in my childhood. About a boy and his tiger. It was my favorite comic strip of all time. Sometimes I laugh reading the Boondocks or Doonesbury, and I was on a Dilbert kick for a little while, but nothing has caught my attention like little Calvin. I remember curling up with The Essential Calvin and Hobbes. Or borrowing â€œYukon Ho!â€ from my friend Nate Baumgart and poring through pages. The stories were so cool â€“ and they inspired me to try the same kind of stuff. When Calvin took off for the arctic in search of something different, I remember thinking that maybe thatâ€™d be cool, that it wasnâ€™t so far away. I started my own newspaper in 5th grade, and I drew comics for it. Calvin went sledding â€“ I went sledding. Calvin had a powerful imagination â€“ so did I. He was so stupid â€“ every day heâ€™d come home from school and the tiger would get him, and heâ€™d try to fool him but couldnâ€™t! Hobbes was always the clever one. Man, I just remember laughing so hard at some of those strips, still do today â€“ they really are quite amazing. The strip lasted from 1985 to 1995, from when I was a baby until I was in 7th grade. The strip introduced me to my now well-worn habit of reading the paper every day. I started off just reading one or two comics, and Calvin was among them. Then over the years, I changed my habits. I started to read more comics, then Dear Abby, then finally Iâ€™d move on to another section. Now I read most all of the paper. But I still do it over breakfast, and I still do read the comics and miss Calvin and Hobbes.
Anyway, thatâ€™s my Sunday morning reminiscense on Calvin and Hobbes. Here’s a link to the story that inspired it: Chicago Tribune