Last Kiss by John Lustig for December 07, 2020

Her: “Well, OBVIOUSLY I didn’t sell your Last Kiss comics.”

But if I don’t have my comics. I don’t know what snappy comeback line to use in a given situation.

John, I think newlyweds share at least one experience like this. In my case, it was inadvertently thrown out!

Isn’t is scary how you’ll randomly see some old comic cover from decades ago and remember buying/reading it? I can’t name any of my old teachers but I remember Jimmy Olsen meets the Loch Ness monster!

He’s lucky she sold them. My mother threw mine out. But it’s not like they were worth anything. In my day if you bought it you used it. A bunch of us would each buy one at the drug store and pass them around. It was like we had our own lending library. It was similar for baseball cards. You bought them for the gum and used them to make your bike sound like a motorcycle.

I sold my 2000+ comics many years ago. I got a few hundred dollars. But it was nice to hear the owner of the comic book store say that there was a happy crowd of buyers to buy them.

Lil’l Abner, Nancy and Sluggo, Little LuLu, Andy Capp, Popeye, PLayboys, Alfred E Neumann, WAIT! WHAT?

In their latter years, when we tried to clean my folks house/throw things out, my Dad would always say “Better hold onto that (whatever THAT was), it’s going to be worth money someday.” (Spoiler- they weren’t).

“And you sold them for Monopoly money!?!”

“How I Turned A Million in Real Estate Into $25 in Cash” (Steve Martin)

I know of a city attorney who quit and opened a B&B, after he found his old base ball card collection in his Grandmother’s attic.

When we moved, a few years ago, I actually tried to unload most of my comics collection. I was assured it wasn’t worth the gas it would take to drive them to the comics store. So now I still have over forty years worth of comics and magazines in boxes with me.

Since when does Dinah Shore grace the $5 bill?

Baseball cards and comics were meant to be used and passed around in my day. I’m still not understanding how mint condition old ones exist.

Wait, I trade them for sex toys!

When my mom moved us from Tulsa to Kansas City in 1963, there was a stack of my comic books from the 50s about 5 feet tall. I’ve often wondered what happened to them.

All my old Easy Riders magazines got wasted when my basement flooded. 3 years worth starting at issue 1, gone.

Bit of unintended humor for me here. My mother threw away my comics collection when she was cleaning one day. I had the first Superman (Action comics), the first Batman, many of the Golden Age comics – Sniff, Sob…