What is your nostalgic pleasure, the thing that makes you hark back to a simpler time? For me it is, and has always been, old, vintage comic books. Since I was in junior high, these gems from yesteryear have called out to me with a song and a story I can’t resist.
I have always found it easy to imagine transporting myself to a time years before I was born–say, circa 1955 in a drugstore or a little corner shop, browsing through the comics rack, listening to the squeak it emits when I make it spin, and figuring out which issues to plunk my dimes on.
When I started collecting comics, the mid-1950s were, to me, an alien world glimpsed primarily via old, grainy, black-and-white TV shows or Hitchcock classics. I enjoyed them, but they belonged to another era, beyond the purview of my personal experience. Vintage comic books, however…
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