The Magic of Comic Books

By Mike Johnson

The magical feelings of childhood tattooed me good. I’ve spent my life trying to recapture those imprints.

Six months ago, my quest led to E-Bay. I’ve been buying 1960s comic books since. I’m surprised at how much joy they bring.

I only buy “readers,” 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.

I’m tempted to mail $1.25 & the 1962 coupon for 100 toy soldiers. The address doesn’t even have a zip code.

These were the days when comics sold boys BB guns, chemistry sets & (no lie) an “exploding hand grenade.”

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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