Superman #2 – A Christmas Story, by Michael Davis

Michael Davis

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4 Responses

  1. Anonymous says:

    WOW! A clean floor after a vacation as a child was definitely a nightmare for me too. Good article, I feel your pain.

  2. Dan says:

    I found a stash of comics in the barn at my uncle's farm in the mid 60's. All were from the 40's: Batman #7 (the coolest one), some Detective comics, early Daredevils (the red and blue 40's guy), a couple Flashes, about 20 in all. A couple years later I failed an art class (nun for a teacher, I was a smart ass, failed more for behavior than the work). My dad, being a teacher, had no tolerance for failure…so I knew something horrible was coming. He said he was going to throw all my comics in the incinerator (ecology wasn't a big issue in 1966). I raced upstairs to hide what I could (a few marvels, including Spidey #1, a few JLAs), but before I could stash the golden age comics, my dad grabbed them and brought them to the basement and tossed them in the incinerator. POOF!…they were gone. The worst part was that I had to empty the incinerator tray and could see charred remains of the comics. About 35 years later, my dad apologized for over-reacting, but until that point he had denied even doing it. Nowadays, I probably would just have gotten a time-out.

    • Michael Davis says:

      Remind me to tell you the story about how my entire collection was SOLD from a storage space because I reported my credit card stolen…AGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!

  3. John Tebbel says:

    This reminds me of the spirit of the season: that the things around us all die, mostly around this time of year. The loss of things and people and the harbinger of our own doom is so terrifying that the G*ds have sent us the message that it isn't real, that the world will grow and bloom again, that we and our family and our friends and our treasured things are never lost, that they have a special, eternal life within us all. Thanks, Michael, for everything, and Merry Christmas to all.