Happy 7/11 Day, aka Slurpee Day!
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| 1977 Hulk cup |
Most of my early comic book purchases were made at the 7-11 in Colonial Heights, VA, near my hometown of Matoaca. Two of them were quite significant and memorable:
#1) I was flipping through a comic in the backseat of our Chevy Impala (it's a wonder I didn't get sick!) on the way to said store where I first saw the House Ad for Godzilla #1. And lo and behold, when I arrived, it was there right on the spinner rack! Truly, one the most thrilling comic book purchases in all my 48 years of collecting (only a few months at that time). A couple of years ago (2023) at the Baltimore Comic-Con I discovered an artist (Doctor Chopper) who creates 3D art from comic book clippings. He had one of that very same House Ad, which now is proudly displayed in my study along with some other Godzilla collectibles. Whenever my granddaughter, Athena, comes over I sing her the theme song from the 1978 cartoon and we count all the Godzilla's (figures and comic images) in the room:
Up from the depths
Thirty stories high
Breathes Fire
His Head in the Sky
Godzilla, Godzilla, Godzilla ...
And Godzoooooooky!
If you want to know, I currently have ten. (And eight year old me liked the cartoon much better than 55-year old me.)
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| Only 8 are shown in this photo. |
Blogger get your stinkin' Times New Roman paws out of my post! I want to use Arial, not to be confused with Ariel.
#2) Now, I have an underdeveloped jaw, which is probably why I'm quickly developing a turkey-neck in my advanced years (I hate it!). So when I was young, the dentist said I had to get six adult teeth removed to make room for my remaining teeth to drop. They had to put me under to perform the oral surgery. I was promised by my mother that I would be able to buy one comic for each tooth! She knew what motivated me. (It would've been $2.10 before tax [6 @ 35 cents] or $10.67 in 2025 dollars.) So, after counting backwards as I began to breath the gas, the next thing I remember is my mother and sister walking me out the back door of the dentist office. I think I was around 8 years old. Not only could I barely walk, but I was still in a post anesthetic fog where my vision (and brain) wasn't fully cleared yet. However, I was bound and determined that I would pick out my comics that day before we went home. And we did. Probably the closest time I've ever been to being in a semi-drunken stupor (I'm a teetotaller). I was going through those spinner racks (there were usually two) trying to find something I wanted/needed. (The image in my head is similar to the vaseline covered lens of a Dark Shadows dream sequence - my peripheral vision was nonexistent.) And wouldn't you know, I have no rememberance of what I got that day!
But that's not what I had decided to write about this morning. More after the jump break...