A large trucking manufacturing plant operated just down the street from my home in my small east Tennesee town. One summer, between my first and second years of college, I returned home completely broke and knowing that I needed to sit out a semester to save enough to cover the cost of the following year’s tuition. Mr. McKowen, the plant’s manager, graciously hired me.
Gently pulling the comic book from her hands, I explain that this book is one of great value. I lead her to the couch, push the clothes to the side, and look through the pages realizing that while I had browsed all the comic strips on the pages, I never took the time to read the introduction written by Charles Schulz himself.
As I pull my sweet girl in my lap and start to read the opening words aloud, I hear her whisper, “but, Mama, why is it so special?”
