Loved and miss those days! Around 1966 my Uncle would come over every Sunday morning with a dozen bakery fresh donuts and the Sunday Courier-Post (South Jersey) newspaper. When rolled up the thing was big enough to knock out a moose. Us kids spread the funny papers on the floor and would lay on our bellies to read them.
“Us kids spread the funny papers on the floor and would lay on our bellies to read them.”
YES!