My late husband basically grew up in Al Capp's kitchen in the 50s in Cambridge Mass (next door neighbors), and he used to tell me stories about how cranky Al was in person, how he really did rant and rave - he probably indoctrinated my husband and his friend, who was Al Capp's son. I don't know about the friend, but my husband certainly demonstrated and expressed a lot of anti-big government and anti-authoritarian sentiments throughout our almost 43-year marriage. He probably was already going to be an iconoclast, but being exposed at an impressionable age (in his early-to-mid teens) to someone like Al Capp no doubt warped him (in a good way, though, don't get me wrong!). Anyway, I totally remember loving Fearless Fosdick as a kid. What a treat to relive it!