Short story that I expect no one to read:
I went to a comic shop on Thor'sday before Endgame, because I had time after work, and before I was meeting up with someone. Turns out the shop I went to is a sister store (well, actually, the original) to the one my dad used to take me and my younger brother to when we were in middle school. I knew the name sounded familiar. I asked them if they were national. "No." I definitely heard the name before. Thought maybe I read them here or a local friend may have visited them. I just remembered the name from my 8-14 year old self going with my dad to the other one 50 miles away.
My dad was always supportive of reading comics and watching cartoons, because that's what he did as a kid. My mom was supportive as well, encouraging us to read Garfield and Calvin & Hobbes. I know the 90's are definitely different times to the pre-Modern Ages. It's always good times when your parents let you have fun.