Dick Tracy had something of a plot crisis when Moonmaid entered the picture, if I remember correctly. I still enjoy Dagwood and Blondie the best, probably because I identify with him or something. But there are others I enjoy just as much.
We had a yard, too, and it was my job to cut the grass. Still is, as a matter of fact. But for some embarrassing reason, it now feels wrong to say "yard." So I say "lawn" instead. I probably got too much education for my own good. But we don't call anything a stoop. The house I grew up in didn't have a basement but there was enough enclosed space for storage of garden implements, maybe six feet high, nothing excavated, that was referred to as "under the house." We also had outbuildings (this was in town), one of which was referred to as a barn, but it wasn't. It had a loft, a partial wooden floor and an open covered area in the front. They used to keep chickens and a cow but it was really just a shed.
We had a yard, too, and it was my job to cut the grass. Still is, as a matter of fact. But for some embarrassing reason, it now feels wrong to say "yard." So I say "lawn" instead. I probably got too much education for my own good. But we don't call anything a stoop. The house I grew up in didn't have a basement but there was enough enclosed space for storage of garden implements, maybe six feet high, nothing excavated, that was referred to as "under the house." We also had outbuildings (this was in town), one of which was referred to as a barn, but it wasn't. It had a loft, a partial wooden floor and an open covered area in the front. They used to keep chickens and a cow but it was really just a shed.