“Along time ago in a land far away”, this was not an unusual exchange between youngsters. Maybe even in Clay County, who knows. Here I go again, back on my favorite rant - people are not reading enough anymore. And it is beginning to show. I am not speaking out against teachers, Lord knows I don’t want their job. My wife just showed me an announcement by the Florida Department of Education. It had two words misspelled. Nope, not long hard words, just “ninth” and “twelfth.” Now, in case I am to be criticized for the many mistakes you may find in my spelling, I plead guilty, but I am also not the Florida Department of Education. I am just a hometown boy who had a 12th grade education from Corning High School with, I think, about a “B” level; by no means perfect. But back to reading, which is the basics to education. I started at about age 7, maybe earlier, with comic books my Grandpa Murley bought for me, bless his heart. He grew up in the hills of Mississippi, the son of a Confederate Veteran. He was born 20 years after that war was ended. He could write his name, and he could read and write some, but not much. My grandma would sit on Saturday nights and read him stories from a magazine of the 40’s and 50’s called “Ranch Romance,” stories of cowboys. He would have picked up the latest edition on his weekly trip of going to either Piggott or Corning for their supplies, and he would have picked me up at least two comic books. By the time I was 6 or 7 I was reading them cover to cover several times. They were a great asset to my learning to read and to my present addiction to reading. I pray they never find a 12-step program to end it! Whenever and wherever I found a Sunday newspaper I would be lost in the Sunday Funnies. These comics bred into me a desire to hear stories and to store up those stories in my mind to feed my imagination. Newspapers once filled the racks at all kinds of places including racks outside of stores, both coin operated