Last Saturday, I spent part of the afternoon taking my eight year old nephew to his first local comic book shop. Watching his eyes light up at the shelves and boxes holding thousands of single issues and hundreds of books with bright colors and heroic characters brought me back to high school Frank. My nephew loved th…
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