tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565177441726050969.post7576929048264945058..comments2024-03-28T17:01:36.407-07:00Comments on Heaven on Earth: Sweets To The SweetAlan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05333151076795669224noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565177441726050969.post-51788163237832846772016-05-28T12:35:35.535-07:002016-05-28T12:35:35.535-07:00I read comic, as well, but I read Marvel. Spiderma...I read comic, as well, but I read Marvel. Spiderman, Daredevil, and The Fantastic Four were the big ones that I bought and read every month. And read and read and read over and over until almost nothing was left of them. My mother was worried, (may she rest in peace, may her memory be forever a blessing) telling me I would "ruin" my eyes. Turns out, I found out later at library school, only the smartest kids read super-hero comic books! That's you and me.Noahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15102472060062293124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565177441726050969.post-27421770017656274662016-05-28T10:54:45.825-07:002016-05-28T10:54:45.825-07:00We must have collected comic books in the same yea...We must have collected comic books in the same years. There was a second-hand comic book store on Amsterdam Ave. near 93rd, right near Joan of Arc Junior High (my alma mater). My favorite heroes were the Blackhawks, six international aviators who dispensed justice from Blackhawk Island, plus a seventh (Chop Chop) who flew behind Blackhawk in his plane because, as we all know, Chinese people may be able to cook, but they cannot fly.Montehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13174266882593664148noreply@blogger.com