Calvin and Hobbes
May 11, 2008
One of the saddest days of my childhood was when I found out that Bill Watterson would cease publication of Calvin and Hobbes. I looked forward to the daily installment of the comic and it became another element of my morning routine before school. I bought a number of the collectible books and even cut out and saved the last strip, published on December 31, 1995. I still have it to this day.
I loved Calvin and Hobbes because as a kid, I saw a bit of myself in Calvin, namely his energy, curiosity and imagination. I also envied him to a degree. Here was an impulsive six-year old kid who seemed to lack a formal awareness of the ramifications of his rambunctious antics. Whether it was careening down a hill on his sled with Hobbes or sticking it to his teacher Mrs. Wormwood with a subtle verbal jab, Calvin exhibited an air of freedom that any kid could admire. I was also jealous that he had a buddy like Hobbes to hang out with all day every day. Not to mention the kid was wise well beyond his years and offered up commentary on anything from art to politics with a sophisticated vocabulary.
I still miss those strips and to be honest, I haven’t followed another comic since Calvin hung up the red wagon. Calvin and Hobbes just had a vitality and lighthearted yet sincere approach to life that no other cartoon can even approach. So, to help the spirit of Calvin and Hobbes live on, I’ll share one of my favorite strips from time to time.
Calvin was always cool in my book: