Character Commentary: Charles Brown

In Small Town, USA, that's in Status-Quo County, there resides an odd looking child named Charles Brown, Charlie for short (using that word loosely, as Charles and Charlie feature the same amount of letters and syllables). This boy wears a yellow shirt, possibly a collar-less polo shirt, or non-buttoning Hawaiian style, but most likely a frock. There is one black stripe around the shirt just above navel level. The stripe on the shirt is jagged, not unlike the line on an EKG meter. His dog is constantly upstaging him; making Charles appear more hopeless than he actually is. Even with a solid set of friends, he still mopes around quite often. His most frequent expression, other than "AAARRRGGGHHHH!" is "Good grief." Here I stop to wonder. What is good grief? Isn't 'badness' implied by grief? If there is good grief, is there bad grief? Think about that tonight while you are sipping on your hot apple cider, I will be.