Of 7-year-old boys and Spaceknights
It should come as no surprise to readers of this column that I am a lifelong comic book geek.
My comic collection may be small some hardcore aficionados’ viewpoint but still the amount of books I own is so vast that they are split between two houses in terms of storage. I seriously have a room that looks like a shrine to or museum of all things DC and Marvel and it’s still not big enough to contain it all.
The oldest book I own is a Wonder Woman #11 from 1942. My biggest “run” to use comic book jargon is of the Fantastic Four. My collection of that title is missing less than 20 books in the entire series from 1961 to present day. My love for comics spills over into my life. At Christmas, our tree is adorned with Flash, Fantastic Four, Dr. Doom, etc. ornaments.
If you see me out and about ...