I got a surprise in the mail the other day, and it wasn't just my Govt Bribe check. A thick package arrived with the bizarre return address of 123 Main St. Anytown U.S.A.
"What the fig could this be?" I wondered.
I opened it and out poured memories of my boyhood. I laughed so hard I cried, great big salty sentimental tears.
A while back, Blowing Shit Up With Gas mentioned on his blog that he had a couple of handfuls of comic books that he was looking to get rid of and wanted to know if they had any value. In the list was a comic book I have been looking for for twenty-two years. I left him a little note saying that I would be glad to pay him any reasonable price he could name, as I know he is moving and could use the cash, but I got no response. "Oh well," I thought, "I'm sure he is busy with the move and all, and he just missed it. I don't want to bug him about it."
Then I found it resting in my hot little hand after twenty-two years and I was moved.
Now I am not a comic book collector, although I own a few, but in 1986 Marvel Comics printed a six issue series of Robert E. Howard's (of Conan fame) "Solomon Kane", about a dour puritan who fought demons and the supernatural in the mid to late 1500's. He was everything I wanted in a childhood hero. He was this lost and troubled soul who fought the elements of Satan and righted wrongs where ever he felt God sent him. I admired this character and followed his exploits through all five of the six issues that Marvel printed, but I could never find the #3 issue. It was as elusive as the twenty-fifth beer in a case. It was not to be found.
But here it was, in mint condition, along with the other five, and I was dumbsquizzled.
So, to Sir Patrick Hillman ESQ., I owe you many, many thanks. You have made a 15/37 year old boy very happy, and for that I am truly grateful.
If you need help moving, I'd be glad to help, and if you ever find your way to N.E. Ohio stop by. I be glad to put you up and buy you a keg of Guinness and swap stories until the wee hours.