Charles Schultz. Oh, how I worshipped him as a young girl. I devoured Peanuts comics. Those kids were my people: their melancholy humour, the existential questioning, their unexplained autonomy from adults. I spent many summers in Japan and there happened to be a big Snoopy craze one year and I couldn’t have been happier. Snoopy bubblegum and Woodstock shoes? Who knew? My family and I watched A Charlie Brown Christmas last night and it all came rushing back.
We all have different favorites.
I love Linus (his adenoidal wisdom, his multipurpose blanket).
Yoshi loves Schroeder and Violet.
Mika loves Snoopy.
Dave loves Charlie Brown and Pig Pen…
