There was a time when I loved to open the Sunday paper and head straight for the comics section.

My favorite was Garfield. I loved the story of a fat cat that loved to eat lasagna who lived with a dim-witted but loveable owner named John.

These days, I don’t care about Garfield anymore. Why is that? Does it have to do with getting older? Geez, I’m only 34 years old. Is it because I’m a parent, a husband or a working stiff?

I just don’t know.

But, all is not lost. There is hope with another in Garfield Minus Garfield.

Now that’s a great comic.