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Journal Entry 1

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shadroch

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I suppose I should start at the beginning. The summer of 1973.

I'd read comics before but by 1972/73 I was pretty over them. I was a freshman in high school. Football and cheer-leaders dominated my life.  That summer I went to stay at my grandmothers summer place and was bored silly.  For some reason, most of the kids I knew from past summers weren't around, and my Aunt didn't want me wandering too far as she was in charge. There was a kid a few years younger than me who lived across the street and had a huge collection of comics. He must have had at least 50, maybe 100, all in plastic bags. With nothing else to do, I got friendly with him and in about two weeks had read all his comics.  I got my uncle to drive me into town and the store there had comics.  My $3.00 allowance would have let me buy 15 comics but when my uncle saw the stack , he said 5, no more. I'd never even heard of the Defenders but here they are in a war with the Avengers.  The kid didn't collect reprints so I bought Marvel Tales and Marvels Greatest Comics without realizing they weren't new. I didn't care for the art in those books at all. 

I liked the stories in the reprints but liked the art in the newer books better.  By the time the summer was over, I was buying ten new comics every week and had started buying food storage bags to store them in. I mostly bought Marvel, but a few DC and even a Charlton or two. I realized very quickly I liked the Super-Hero stuff more than the horror and romance. 

One day while bike riding, I came across an old junk shop with a trunk full of old comics. Captain Marvel, The Fly, Worlds Finest from the 50s, ect. I was in heaven until I asked the prices. The guy was asking $3 for a comic with a ten cent price tag.  Then he showed me a bunch of coverless ones for  a quarter each. I figured the guy was playing me. Why would I pay a quarter for a coverless old Avengers book when a new comic was only twenty cents.  I tell Terry( the kid) about the place and he wants to go. My Uncle takes us there( it was the next town over) and Terry starts buying all these old coverless books. I didn't get it, but on the way back he shows me a Spiderman 5 and tells me if it had the cover, it would sell for maybe $3.  He said he had gone to a convention and some comics sold for more than $25.

  Another door had opened.

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