My wife grew up in rural Missouri, hours from any city. Her dad ardently subscribed to the St. Louis Post Dispatch, and she remembers it had color comics ... every single day of the week!! She and her older cousin would come home from school and read the comics while having a snack. I read the Sunday color comics in the Chicago Tribune growing up, and read the daily black and white comics on into adulthood in various papers. Some I always enjoyed, like Dilbert. Some seemed a little sappy like Little Orphan Annie and Dondi. Dick Tracy was fun to read but seemed pretty moralistic. Dennis the Menace was annoying but a daily must. And beyond comics, there was Dear Abby, about which be sure to hear the song by John Prine by the same title, which captures the sameness and fun of that column. All of his "answers" are the same refrain, which always work.