“I got a few problems with you people!” Why? ‘Cause it appears that you’re all too darn happy! Very few have offered up their grievances so far. Our annual opportunity to unburden your mind by writing down what bugs you and tossing it in to the box has received only a few entries so far. There is No purchase necessary to enter – just fill out a form (No names, please), drop it in the entry box located on one of the front tables, and get a ticket at the counter. We will have a drawing at 8:00pm on Festivus itself – December 23rd and one lucky person will receive a Gift Certificate for $50 worth of Paul’s back issues. Winning number will be posted in the shop and on the website. Winner has until 1/15/14 to claim.
Although the auction scene has not been productive for me lately, I have gotten a few responses to my Craigslist ad stating that I was in the market for older comics – even new ones if there was a significant run. Last Friday, I traveled to Elkton from home to check out a collection of 5,000 comics.
Typically, owners tend to over-estimate how many they have, but without counting them, there probably was that many waiting for me. Unfortunately, they were in a house currently being completely renovated, even the walls were stripped of dry wall and there wasn’t any type of furniture left. So… the boxes were sitting on the floor. These old knees couldn’t take the kneeling, so I sat on the floor. In my CL posts, I mention that I will buy the “good, the bad, and the ugly”, as long as there is enough “good” in the mix. After sifting through a lot of boxes, there just wasn’t enough “good” to even make an offer. Two hours later, I’m back home and there’s a message on the machine from a lady in Newark that she has some super-hero comics with original prices less than 20 cents. You bet I called back! And back out the door I went.
Now I was forewarned that there was a doberman on the premises and that it would seem vicious when I arrived, but not to worry, as it would calm down once I was inside. I understood this completely as our German shepherd would react the same way -“cujo” until I demonstrated that I considered you a friend, then it was “rub my belly” (the dog, not me). Anyway, that didn’t go as described. I was met at the door by a snarling, very unhappy looking pooch with HUGE teeth! The lady had a fit holding him back and even with her attempt to speak in a calm manner to him, telling him that I was okay, he wasn’t having any of it. Turns out, it was her son’s dog. Initially, he was between the two of us, being held back by his leash. Then he starts to back into the adjoining room and the woman is now in front of him, trying to drag him to another room. I saw that she did not have a choker collaron the dog and it looked like the 80 pounds of teeth were about to pull out of the collar. I exited the house!
After some effort, the lady did manage to get him behind a closed door and I got to see the comics. Yes, they were some nice shaped 15 centers, AND they were superhero titles – Amazing Spider-Man, Fantastic Four, Daredevil, Captain America, Iron Man, and so on – about 100 or so. These were found in a home and appeared to all be from the same year of collecting – no major, key issues, but nice. I declined several times, when asked if I thought it would be alright to let the dog in, and made a fair offer for the group. We haggled a little and I went home with them, none the worst for wear. Some sold at the snow-bound Cherry Hill Show on the 8th (nice call weathermen and women) and the rest are now in the bins.
Silver Age DC collector? I have purchased 3 groups of them from the same seller recently. He keeps teasing me by just bringing in roughly 50 at a time, with more to come. So far, I have picked up new stock in Lois Lane, Batman, Superman, and a few miscellaneous titles. Again, check the bins and showcases.
Hoping to discover some decent issues in a long box shown on their website, I traveled up to an auction two weeks ago only to be disappointed. It had multiple copies of absolutely dead issues. Someone left an unusually high starting absentee bid on the box that did not receive any challenges from the floor. As I have done in the past, when I lose out on what I had hoped to get, I will occasionally buy something a little out of my sphere to hopefully sell and justify my time and expense in attending. hey, who needs some Ringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey Circus Programs from the 70’s? I already sold the three separate circus posters that came in the lot. Most of the programs also have posters attached. 10 bucks each!
But back to the Festivus spirit. Here’s a little story that perhaps you may noy have heard:
In case you forgot…
When four of Santa‘s elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a glass of cider and a shot of rum.
When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the rum. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and an irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said very cheerfully, ‘Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?’
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
Not a lot of people know this.