The morning is beautiful with bright sun and a deep blue sky. It is sweatshirt warm. When I went to get the papers earlier, I noticed my forsythia has buds. Spring is getting closer and closer.

Yesterday was a busy day. Every item on my list got crossed off. I felt accomplished. Today I have only a few errands to do then it’s trivia tonight. We won three weeks in a row then the last two weeks we have been just awful. Last week we had only three team members and huge spaces in our memory banks. Tonight I know we’ll have at least four. Maybe that will help.

I watched the movie The Phantom this morning. It reminded me how much I loved reading the Sunday comics, especially the Phantom. I followed his exploits every week. It’s sad that so many comics from my childhood are now gone, relegated to memories. Lying on the rug reading the comics was a Sunday ritual for me. The comics were always in color so I knew about the Phantom and purple and how Nancy always wore that red skirt. I also remember Jiggs and Maggie who were usually on the front page. She had pretensions, and he wore spats and always smoked a cigar and frustrated the heck out of his wife. I read Dick Tracy but he wasn’t a favorite. I always felt sort of bad for Nancy as she had no parents, but she did have a really nice aunt and her friend Sluggo. Steve Canyon was a military pilot. All his pals had the strangest names, but I don’t remember any of them. Strange is all that stuck. It was just too long ago to keep the particulars safe in my memory. I read Annie and Dondi, both orphans. I remember Dondi had huge eyes.

I read the comics first every Sunday.