The magical feelings of childhood tattooed me good. Iíve spent my life trying to recapture those imprints.
Six months ago, my quest led to E-Bay. Iíve been buying 1960s comic books since. Iím surprised at how much joy they bring.
I only buy ďreaders,Ē not the expensive, pristine graded books that stay boarded & wrapped. I want to touch, smell & luxuriate in the 60-year-old comics.
I love the vivid, colorful covers, the cheesy stories & those old ads!
X-ray specs, sea monkeys, cardboard submarines & opportunities to sell seeds for cash & prizes.
Iím tempted to mail $1.25 & the 1962 coupon for 100 toy soldiers. The address doesnít even have a zip code.
These were the days when comics sold boys BB guns, chemistry sets & (no lie) an ďexploding hand grenade.Ē
They sold girls nurse instruction, fashion wigs & 100 little dolls for $1.
For 12 cents, kids received a million bucks of imagination.
Much can change in 60 years.
I'm hanging on to what I can.
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