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For those who need to walk off some stuffing, turkey and pie after Thanksgiving dinner, look no farther than Laumeier Sculpture Park.

It’s 1978 and I’m 6 years old, sprawled out on the royal blue carpeted floor of my parents’ bedroom, watching cartoons on a Saturday afternoon. These were not the premium (and favorite) cartoons – Super Friends. These were the really old reruns of cartoons from the 1940s – Nancy and Sluggo.