Who doesn't love comics?

I have always been a comic fan.

My first comics were from the train depot my grandpa managed in Dickinson ND. They were Archie and Caspar The Friendly Ghost.

Growing up, my mom would buy my brother and I the Archie Double Digests whenever we went to the grocery store, and we would read them at the dinner table or take them to church. I know, such blashphemy.

When I moved to St. Louis to attend university, my first full-time job during college was at a place called World Color Art. I was hired to edit comic books starting on 3rd shift.

Dream come true.

So there I was, editing Archie and the Fantastic Four, Superman and Sonic, and many other titles from Marvel, DC, Darkhorse and Disney.

We had a motley crew, ages ranging from 20's to 50's. We each brought something unique to team - I was a music fiend and would often pick the brain of my supervisor Gaylan for new music suggestions. Jim was an avid fisherman and would try, unsuccessfully, to teach me how to tie my own flies - I'm lucky I walked away with all of my fingertips intact. And Sandy - oh, Sandy. She was a crazy gal, poppin enormous quantities of NoDoze to the point where she was eventually escorted via stretcher to the local hospital for fear of a heart attack.

What made it even better was that, during those wee hours of the morning, somewhere between 2:00 - 4:00 am, I discovered the BBC and found my poetic voice.

Some of the poetry I wrote during those days is my best ever. I've thought often about publishing it. Maybe I will someday.

I came across this deal on Amazon, which is the inspiration for this post.

I will be purchasing this tome today. In homage of my former formative and formidable years.