I am feeling a little gloomy today. It must be the weather.
So I have not organized my comics in like eight or nine months. I have huge piles of comics in my house, towering stacks of twenty-two page booklets ready to topple onto me in some sort of shower of paper cuts. As I boarded, bagged, taped, shuffled and alphabetized I realized something. I realized that I am missing lots of comics I know I once owned. It is an occurrence that I think most of we comic collectors have experienced. Perhaps we lent an issue to a friend, perhaps our mother threw them out, or perhaps it has been a few months since we put away comics and we have some piles lying around the house and we have a cat with a spraying problem – ahem. Well, whatever caused you to lose a comic it is gone and that is a total bummer.
I once owned a copy of Marvel Super-Heroes #8. Not the cool 1960’s series of Marvel Super-Heroes, I am talking the 1990’s fifteen-issue bit. It is a pretty uneventful issue, Iron Man fights Dr. Doom, blah, blah, blah – oh wait – it is also the first appearance of Squirrel Girl. That is right, #8 is the first time Doreen Green came bounding onto the page. The first time she showed her knuckle blades and one big tooth. The first time we saw the utility belt full of mixed nuts. The first time Monkey Joe, her squirrel companion, ever popped up that cute head of his. I loved that comic.
Then some years ago I was going through my stuff and realized I had lost it. It still bums me out. It took me years to really get my act together when it came to taking care of my stuff so I have a million of these stories. The thumbtack I put through a sketch of Elfquest’s Cutter that I had done by Richard Pini when I was like ten or eleven. Which of course I ripped later on and then tossed in the garbage. It is a long list.
The thing is ever if I were able to get another copy of Marvel Super-Heroes #8 it wouldn’t be the same. Merely a replacement for something I had when I was younger, like a fifty-year-old man who gets the car of his teens because he misses it. So on this rainy day in our nation’s capital (it’s like the fourth day this week of rain) I ask you, our loyal Second Printers:
What Have You Lost and Not Found?
Go ahead, pull a chair and pour yourself a drink.