Comical

I've always enjoyed the comics section of the newspaper. I had a routine starting in junior high to grab the section from the Akron Beacon Journal and read my favorites before moving on to solve the Jumble, Crossword, and Sudoku. After getting married and moving out of my parents' place, I no longer got the newspaper, but on Sundays when my family gathers for lunch, it is not unusual for my brothers and I to sift through the stack of ads, news, and extras that compose the Sunday paper to find the colored comics and pass them around.

Just as common is the practice we have of cutting out favorites (Get Fuzzy, Pearls Before Swine, and Baby Blues are frequent choices) and posting them on the fridge. Usually the strips deemed fridge-worthy remind us all of one of the members of the family...or just bond us together because of our shared appreciation for sarcastic wit. 

My parents' fridge

It is always amusing, though, when a comic strip seems to so accurately illustrate a personal experience or feeling. It can come as a bit of a surprise to see a personality with which you're so familiar (your brother's, your parents'...your own) branded on a page of humor for the community.


All of that being said, there were a few times throughout college that my mom mailed me a comic from the hometown newspaper. Pictured below is my favorite that now resides on my own fridge...

I can't say it hasn't made me think of some fun re-arranging possibilities...!