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scans_dailyI'm going to date myself a bit here--but man, I used to LOVE getting hold of the Superman/Batman team-ups back in the day. I can still remember the Composite Superman, the Luthor-Joker team-ups...but these two hold a very special memory for me and I'll tell you why.
The first one is from issue 159 (from 1966). I'm not going to get into the details of the story unless you really, really want me to post more. It's a fairly entertaining story (for a six-year-old) and looking back, the mystery is so obvious it hurts, but I'll readily admit I was not the deepest reader back then.
Then there's this one (from 1967):
Yet another one where, when I reread it as an adult, I absolutely cringed at the finale, but again...when you're six, what the heck. Now why do these two comics stir such strong memories, you ask? I'll tell you.
My darling little brother was born in late 1966. Back around 1969, he somehow managed to sneak into my room and find my comic book stash...and the little...so-and-so...SHREDDED THEM BOTH TO SMITHEREENS. Oh man, I was beyond furious. And my mother, who never really understood why I loved these things so much and held onto them, just kind of shrugged and said "hey, he's a baby, whatever."
I never forgot completely about them, though, and when the day came many, many years later that I was finally able to recover them, I took great satisfaction in emailing him and yell "HA! SHRED THESE, KID!"
Of course he had no idea what I was talking about, but hey, I felt avenged at long last. :)
The first one is from issue 159 (from 1966). I'm not going to get into the details of the story unless you really, really want me to post more. It's a fairly entertaining story (for a six-year-old) and looking back, the mystery is so obvious it hurts, but I'll readily admit I was not the deepest reader back then.
Then there's this one (from 1967):
Yet another one where, when I reread it as an adult, I absolutely cringed at the finale, but again...when you're six, what the heck. Now why do these two comics stir such strong memories, you ask? I'll tell you.
My darling little brother was born in late 1966. Back around 1969, he somehow managed to sneak into my room and find my comic book stash...and the little...so-and-so...SHREDDED THEM BOTH TO SMITHEREENS. Oh man, I was beyond furious. And my mother, who never really understood why I loved these things so much and held onto them, just kind of shrugged and said "hey, he's a baby, whatever."
I never forgot completely about them, though, and when the day came many, many years later that I was finally able to recover them, I took great satisfaction in emailing him and yell "HA! SHRED THESE, KID!"
Of course he had no idea what I was talking about, but hey, I felt avenged at long last. :)
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Date: 2018-12-31 11:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-01 12:05 am (UTC)Funny enough, every now and then I'd see something in a comic that would make me want to know more about the subject. The second issue, for example, got me curious about the United Nations. Another comic, an AU about Superman's older brother, got me interested in Montreal and Expo '67.
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Date: 2019-01-01 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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