A Tale of Three Comic Shops
Mar. 28th, 2012 01:48 pmBefore I got into comic books, I knew the location of exactly one comic shop. It was a bit out of our way-- a tiny, poorly-lit, grubby place with boxes and boxes of back issues. I knew about it because my husband used to go there to fill in the gaps in his bronze-age Marvel collection. Sometimes I went with him. Eventually he got tired of it. When I asked him why he'd stopped going there and starting searching out the comics online, he shrugged and said, "The owner was a jerk. I got sick of his attitude."
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