When I was a child in the 1970s, one of the best things that would occasionally happen was my parents deciding to sleep-in on a Sunday morning, rather than dragging me off to the tedium of church. On those days, I would bring in the massive Sunday newspaper, carefully extract the multi-page, full-size, full-color Sunday Comics section, spread it out on the shag-carpet floor, and lie on my stomach and get lost in the antics and adventures of The Wizard Of Id, Broom Hilda, Beetle Bailey, Hägar the Horrible, Blondie, et al.
Then, this ritual accomplished, I would turn on the televsion to a station (I think it was UHF channel 48 broadcasting out of Philadelphia) that on Sundays aired…