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Love the newsstand stamp on these!

Just last week I had my wife recite my instructions back to me. "I can list all CGC or Voldemort (sic) graded books on eBay at a $1 start and the market will figure out fair value. The rest, ~6500 books, contact a couple of local shops and see what they offer. Go with highest offer. If I don't feel like dealing with the mess, contact Heritage and have them sell everything. Negotiate seller fee as they should be very happy to get the collection."

Thanks, Man!

A little of both. Daredevils, in general are cheap enough that I don't buy them graded. I feel I can grade them well enough. For keys though, I generally buy/get them graded.

Yeah, I hear you, man. I have the same rule for my wife and jewelry. If some small off the beaten path jewelry store has it, great! Otherwise, no way. My wife is picky so it keeps the spending levels down.

I'd happy if I could just complete my USA Comics and All Select Comic runs. I need 7,10, and 12 for the USA run and just 11 for the All Select. As a runner up I'd like to complete my Daredevil (1964) set. I'm missing 2,4,5,9,17, and 23 so that is a possibility. No sure about the USA.

Metropolis/comicconnect has a ton of those on their web sites.

Merry Christmas!

Fishbone, all the books you posted are awesome but this one defies description as well as an adjective! Fantastic books!

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Short but excellent examples!

War heroes to Real Heroes

I'll play! This year's annual Toys for Tots drive was being solicited at our neighborhood Walmart. Right in front of the big sliding doors, there is this glum looking gentleman in full Army dress uniform standing next to the table. He looked every Walmart customer in the eye, as they entered the store, and said Merry Christmas. Nothing more, nothing less. Unless someone stopped to ask a question, like my wife and I did, he stands at parade rest, making eye contact with all of the adults, and says. "Merry Christmas." Over and over. As hundreds of people walk past him, his sign, and his table and he greated them all with a neutral expression and a "Merry Christmas." This gentleman stood out. Imagine a cross between Edward James Olmos and Lee Ermy standing, in full dress uniform, with hardly a smile next to a folding table and a Toys for Tots sign. Now outside that Walmart, all along the side walk next to the fire lane, there were also a handful of empty shopping carts arrayed in front of his table, also labeled Toys for Tots, Curious, we asked what the carts were for and he said, "Why they are there for all the donated toys so that we can show the generosity of all of our good neighbors." Again, no smile and hardly any inflection in what he says. Is he mad, sad, or just channeling drill sergeants of Christmas past? This scene struck me as sad and not at all Christmasy so I continued on into Walmart with a slight scowl contemplating what to do. Looking back over my shoulder, I see that the gentleman returned to parade rest and his stern face croaked out, "Merry Christmas", once again and to all. Faintly bothered by the scene, my wife and I continued about our shopping hardly speaking as we are both lost in thought. Briefly leaving my wife, I detour to the toy isle where I grab a Hot Wheels gift set which I toss into our cart. I then turned to my wife, Toni, and asked, "Sweetheart, would you like to pick out a toy to donate?" To my surprise she said, "No.", and we check out. On our way to our car, we place the Hot Wheels package in a box on the gentleman's table where we receive a small smile, a nod, and "Merry Christmas." The smile ignites a glow in me as I step a little lighter; happy in my good dead. Returning home, I'm feeling good that we donated to the cause. Toni still is not saying much so I hardly notice when she disappears. I take notice though when loud crunching, bashing, and all around hootin' and a hollerin' come from our garage. With nary a thought to my own safety, I run outside looking for the chaos that roused me from my philanthropic self-musings and congratulations. What I find is Toni literally waist deep in plastic containers spread throughout our garage. A little back story: Toni was a Beanie Baby fanatic in the 90s and early 2000s. Her and her mother bought multiples of every stuffed critter put out by that slight wack job stuffed toy genius Ty Warner. Somehow, all of those wonders of fluff, soft fabric, and Chinese labor ended up in our garage where they sat from the time of Beanie Baby (The) End until now. Now, the almost a dozen green plastic storage boxes stacked to the ceiling were spread across the garage floor with Beanies of every type being sorted and tossed into other containers. Toni had a plan. She loaded her car with half a dozen containers holding hundreds of stuffed toys and drove back to the gentleman with the beret and empty shopping carts. Arriving in front of Walmart, Toni parked in the fire lane slightly ahead of the carts and probably 20 feet from the folding table. Jumping out of the car, Toni opened the back doors and began to drag the plastic containers out. One by one, she went from the car to the carts, from the carts to the car, dumping the hundreds of toys into each formerly empty shopping cart. Onlookers gasped as they slowly realized what was happening and Children, crying out in glee, ran up to the carts to pick up the stuffed animals. Excitement gripped the crowd which finally attracted the notice of the gentleman in full dress uniform. As Toni loads the last of the, now empty, containers back into her car, he jumps forward to stop traffic so that Toni can pull away safely. As we leave the fire lane, we hear him cry out, "Merry Christmas and Thank you!" So, you probably think my story, which I admit has a few embellishments but I swear the core is true, is about how my wife brought Christmas Happiness to the gentleman at Walmart. Well, it is, of course, but it is also a story of why I am happily married to Toni. Every year she surprises me with her kindness and generosity when every year it should become more impossible and improbable for her to do so. Our 25th anniversary is next year and once again, she has brought the Christmas spirit to me and others. I saw your generous offer of free Carl Barks books and I knew I had to write this story so that she would have a chance of special Christmas magic herself.

Daring Comics is a tough run to complete. I can only play along with 9, 10, and 11.

I really really really want a copy of this. Love this cover!

Got my Uncle Scrooge #6 back. This was a bear to get an accurate scan of the colors of the book in the holder. This is the best I was able to do and it is not close.

Got the sub-mariner #12 that I bought off the boards back from CGC. Here it is next to my other copy I bought less than a month later. This is one of my favorite covers and I looked for decent copies for years and then, BAM!, 2 copies in less than a month. Funny how that seems to work sometimes.

Got a couple back from CGC. Happy with the grades.

Oh my stars and garters! Where is Cat's fainting gremlin when I need it?

Nice gloss on this'un.

Oh Baby!

Superworld is Super! Really nice gloss on this copy.

Supposedly this is one of the most difficult Timelys to find. Nice copy!

One of the BEST Timely covers!