Don't Suffer Rules Gladly

I remember collecting
anthologies of cartoons
of the day.
Peanuts, Don Martin,
B.C., Tumbleweeds.
We're talking 1960's
and the 70's.
Newspaper cartoon pages
seemed so much bigger then,
maybe cause I was smaller.
If there was a holiday, they
would print an extra page
the day before.
Cartoon heaven.
Dick Tracy, Broom Hilda,
and their ilk.
All in black and white.
Also remember going to
the Flinstones movie.
The Bowery Boys movie,
too. They were a
nostalgia act by then.
My Dad loved the Marx
Brothers and W.C. Fields.
He would take us to
watch their movies
at the Science Centre.
We went there one time
to see the Andromeda
Strain. It was so intense
for a youngster like me
that I almost threw up.
Way to go Dad.
Probably not his fault,
really. I guess we
shouldn't have sat in
the front row.
What was the name of
the purple gum that
looked like chiclets
and tasted like soap?
It had a plastic part
on the package so you
could see the gum inside.
Enough reminiscing.
Kinda funny, though
to be entering this
stuff on a blog on a
computer in May of
2010. Who'd thunk.