Kidhood

I went away back to my kidhood and remembered the hot biscuit sopped in sorghum and bacon gravy with partiality and respect.

It suggests how deeply the comics had implanted themselves in kidhood consciousness in only their second decade as a normative pop-cultural universe; how shocking and yet irresistible we found each new and more subversive permutation; and how recklessly indifferent to adult America’s ever hardening hostility were the wild misfit artists who, even as I buckled under Superduperman’s (and Lois’s) seditious antics, were dancing into the flames of self-destruction.