When I was a kid, my family often made the drive from Tampa to Gainesville to visit family friends. My brother and I usually shared a pull out couch in a small side room. That room had a tall bookshelf on it, full of classics you'd be assigned in a high school English course. I never read any of them on those visits. I always chose a collection of Spy vs. Spy.
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Reading these comics in the early 1990s without any historical context, I never picked up on the political satire.