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12 August 2008 @ 05:52 pm
Farewell, Spider Man  
I was a comic book geek when I was a kid. Anyone who knows me and who is
surprised by this, please raise your hand. OK, I can't really see you all out
there, but I'm guessing that no one is raising their hand given that comic book
geek-dom goes right along with my later tendencies towards obsessive record
collecting and massive amounts of time spent in front of a computer.

Man, I loved my comic books. I would spend countless hours sorting through them,
reading and re-reading them, and prodding my friends into lengthy discussions
about whether Sabertooth and Wolverine might actually share some similar genetic
attributes (I still wonder about that sometimes). I should also note that, while
I tried to keep my comics in reasonably good shape, I was never one of those
soulless collectors who refused to take their comics out of the special cases
designed by NASA scientists to prevent even a single spec of dust from ever
coming near them. My comic books came with me to school, to Boy Scout meetings,
and to a lot of other places where I'm sure my parents would rather I had left
them behind. Thus, I am the proud owner of several boxes of comics that are a
little rough around the edges but that were well loved and served as a
cornerstone of my childhood imagination.

Here's the problem. Age, maturity, and my desire to someday kiss a girl
eventually reared their ugly heads, and my interest in comics waned. Of course I
kept my collection, but for the past twenty years or so it's been sitting in a
stack of cardboard boxes that have been shuffled around from house to house and
have been the object of numerous curse words every time we've had to lift them up
and load them into a moving truck. It has occurred to me in recent years that my
comic book collection really isn't doing anyone any good sitting there collecting
dust. I've thought about selling them, as they are probably worth a fair amount
of money, but somehow that just seems wrong. What I've really been looking for is
some kid - preferably between the ages of 7 and 10 - who shows signs of budding
comic obsession and who will appreciate my collection the way I did. I think I've
finally found the lucky winner. Two, actually.

A couple of Suzanne's friends from Swarthmore have two young boys, both under the
age of 10, who both seem to share my enthusiasm for men in tights repeatedly
saving the planet from the evil schemes of other men in tights. The parents
themselves - having gone to Swarthmore - are fairly intellectual people and are
fond of joking that, with the genes they're passing along, they are probably
raising the team statistician rather than the star quarterback. To this I say,
"Right on. Allow me to further your sons' geek tendencies by sending them every
issue of 'Uncanny X-Men' and 'Amazing Spider Man' published between 1984 and 1988."

This weekend, Suzanne and I will be boxing up my comics one last time and taking
them down to the Post Office. It definitely hurts to think of a huge chunk of my
childhood leaving forever, but I take great comfort in the knowledge that the
collection I spent many years and the entirety of my allowance building up will
be going off to be enjoyed the way it was meant to be. The obvious exception is,
of course, the 1982 Wolverine limited series. I'm taking those to my grave.
 
 
 
jerrygarciuh on August 12th, 2008 11:26 pm (UTC)
Think local

Now ya see you should really be thinking more about the global climate and your carbon footprint. I mean shipping a heavy box hundreds and hundreds of miles is bad policy when there are geeky book nerd kids so close to your home....



Edited at 2008-08-12 11:28 pm (UTC)