zeeprogrammer
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Speaking of comics...
When I was a kid, I lived on an Army base overseas (Germany in this case).
Every Saturday I'd gather up a bunch of comics and go house to house asking if there was another kid who'd want to trade. (As you can imagine...there were many of us.)
We'd sit on the threshold and trade and then I'd go to the next house. I usually ended up with a stack of new comics to read until the next Saturday.
My favorite was 'Sgt. Rock'. Anyone remember that one? I also enjoyed the goodies in back...'1001 Things Free'...'X-Ray Glasses'...etc.
Reminds me of a little story...
In 10th grade (1969) I was in Missouri playing chess with another student. We got to talking. Wow...we were both in France (1963...see my avatar) at the same time. Wow...we were both in Verdun. Wow...we were both in the same den pack. He could remember the den mother (my Mom). I went home, pulled out a picture of the pack...and there he was.
When I was a kid, I lived on an Army base overseas (Germany in this case).
Every Saturday I'd gather up a bunch of comics and go house to house asking if there was another kid who'd want to trade. (As you can imagine...there were many of us.)
We'd sit on the threshold and trade and then I'd go to the next house. I usually ended up with a stack of new comics to read until the next Saturday.
My favorite was 'Sgt. Rock'. Anyone remember that one? I also enjoyed the goodies in back...'1001 Things Free'...'X-Ray Glasses'...etc.
Reminds me of a little story...
In 10th grade (1969) I was in Missouri playing chess with another student. We got to talking. Wow...we were both in France (1963...see my avatar) at the same time. Wow...we were both in Verdun. Wow...we were both in the same den pack. He could remember the den mother (my Mom). I went home, pulled out a picture of the pack...and there he was.