On the road

I'm spending a couple nights up here in Northern California, so I'll have to make do with the San Francisco Chronicle and its anemic one page of comics. So just one silent penultimate panel found today: Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller.

We visited the Charles Schulz Museum today. The museum not only pays dignified tribute to Schulz's work, but to the history of comic strips as well. It creates such a great feeling of respect and awe for the art form, I almost feel guilty for criticizing comics daily. But that will wear off. It will take just one lame Garfield or Cathy or Mallard Fillmore to restore my critical eye.