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Balloon to zeppelin

Knife to dagger

One redhead to three redheads

Bucky hanging around to Black Cat hanging in there

I don't have any comic books with a Conserved label, but I suspect this one would get that if I resubmitted it:

I don't have a lot of Qualified label comic books, but I would say this is my favorite:

Favorite restored comic book is:

Graveyard to graveyard

Bad bird to bad bird

Whip to whip

Santa to Santa

Spectre to Spectre

Amazing Stories to Amazing-Man

Egyptian theme to same

My father spent his career in the Air Force and I spent a large part of my childhood living on Air Force bases around the world. The bases were pretty safe places and it was a simpler time so we kids rode bikes all over the base. Might go bowling, catch a matinee at the base theater, head over to the ball field for a pick up game, but there were lots of times we would ride over to the BX (base exchange in the Air Force...in the Army it would be the PX or post exchange) and "browse" the comics. By browse, I mean we would hang out in the BX and read a dozen comics. It's an old story, oft repeated, but eventually the clerk would yell at us to either buy something or get out. I would make my selection, plunk down a dime and two pennies (no tax) and head home. Like many of you, I was outraged when comics went up to 15 cents. I loved reading, but wasn't really a collector because we had to move every year or two and the military imposed limits on how much they would move for you for free. Obviously, the stuff we needed to setup a new home took precedent over comics. The weight limit was brutal, especially when going overseas. Earliest comic I remember owning was an Amazing Spider-man #10. After one of our moves, I asked my mom where the comic was and she said it was "in storage" and we didn't have room to bring it to our new base. Turns out that was kind of like telling your kid that his old dog went to live on a farm. I'm sure that ASM #10 and more were thrown out as we packed to move. Side story: I collected bubble gum wrappers and sent them off with a quarter to get a felt Baltimore Colts pennant. A year passed and no pennant and I kind of forgot about. Since sending off for it, we had moved a couple times, but bless the military postal service, they tracked me down and delivered the pennant almost two years later. I was expecting a full size pennant to hang on the wall. As with most stuff you order like that, the reality was that the Colts pennant was about the size of a child's hand. I was still glad to get it and wish I still had it.

Gunner to gunners

Sky Devils to Devil Dogs

Boat to PT Boat

Namora to Namora after her attempt to qualify for the Bulgarian women's Olympic powerlifting team

Choking Hitler to choking Hitler

Hydroman to Hydroman

In the hood to in the hood