After the momentary urge to turn the page when I read "Strip-Mining History," by Robert Thorson (Op-Ed, Oct. 8), I came to see the error of my ways.
The retail facility (read: strip mall) will be anchored by a 195,000-square-foot Meijer superstore.
The former being the Windows RT version (read: stripped-down, cheaper) and the latter being the Windows 8 device.
On the full-color back page I read the strips strictly in reverse order of preference, doing my best to be amused by Dagwood Bumstead's midnight snacks and struggling to ignore the fact that Tiger and Punkinhead were the kind of messy, unreflective kids I disliked in real life, before treating myself to my favorite strip, "B.C".
When I was nine, I read a comic strip version of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's South American adventure novel, The Lost World.
I read everything from comic strips, to history books, to the fantastic tales of L. Frank Baum, Edgar Allen Poe, H.G. Wells, and many others.
I thought as editor and publisher I was better than Brenda Starr, the flame-haired comic strip journalist I read every Sunday in the newspaper four-color comics.
Continue reading "Stripping for sailing gold" This is my third trip to Beijing in the last two years and I'm still shocked by the sheer size of the city - and, most of all, by the millions of cars on the streets.
Acknowledging that people don't always do what's best, Infiniti equips some cars with a "lane departure warning system," which reads strips on the road and buzzes when drivers wander out of their lanes, said Mr. Giametta of Consumer Guide.
I've read each strip dozens of times, and each panel makes me feel good.
As I'm working on it, I'll read through the strip hundreds of times.
