by Jeremy's Junk
It was the summer of 1984. I was 9 years old. My mom was dating my step-father at the time, and every Saturday morning, both of our families would meet at the Firehouse restaurant at the Kaiko’o Mall in my small hometown of Hilo, Hawaii. We’d all eat our breakfast, then go wandering about the rest of the mall, usually spending our weekly allowance (I got $2 a week for taking out the trash before the garbage man came by early Wednesday morning.)
It was the summer of 1984. I was 9 years old. My mom was dating my step-father at the time, and every Saturday morning, both of our families would meet at the Firehouse restaurant at the Kaiko’o Mall in my small hometown of Hilo, Hawaii. We’d all eat our breakfast, then go wandering about the rest of the mall, usually spending our weekly allowance (I got $2 a week for taking out the trash before the garbage man came by early Wednesday morning.)
One of our frequent stops was
the neighboring drugstore. It was easily the one stop that could stretch my
hard-earned $2 to it’s fullest potential. It had an aisle dedicated to candy,
another aisle full of cheap Japanese toys, stationary, and lastly, they had a
pharmacy. All the way in the back, they had a magazine corner. The wall was
lined with various magazines and in the corner of this corner was a little
circular rack of comic books. The first two rows at the top were Archie comics,
and the remaining 5 rows below it were dedicated to superheroes.
I had never really gotten
into these books before. Usually, by the time I got to the back of the store,
I’d already had my mind set on buying the candy or toy that I found on the way
over. At most, I’d pick one up and flip through it in the same way that I’d
flip through the magazines, just to pass the time. Besides, I wasn’t very big
on reading.
During one of these visits, I
had made my way to the comic book rack without any candy or toys in hand. I
still had my fresh $2 in my wallet, and I was going to spend every penny, damn
it. So I began whirling the books around and one cover caught my eye: it was a
Green Lantern issue with the hero throwing his ring to the ground and yelling,
“I QUIT!”
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! First off,
I remembered this Green Lantern guy from Superfriends. He was friends with
Superman and Batman! He could create anything he could think of with his ring! He’s
a SUPERHERO. Since when do superheroes quit being superheroes? WHY would he
want to not be a superhero anymore??? Was it even possible?!?
It was only 75¢… that’s less than half of
what I had! I bought it.
From the
moment I sat on the bench just outside of the store entrance, to getting in the
car, stepping out of it, and finally sitting atop my bed in my bedroom, I must
have read that book at least 5 times. So many things to think about!
Green
Lantern is not just one guy—he’s one of thousands. But he’s the best of them.
He doesn’t
just protect Earth, but other planets, too.
He can fly
through space without space gear.
Just like
Superman and Batman, Green Lantern has a real name—“Hal Jordan”.
And he
wants to quit having superpowers.
Why?
Also, who
were these guys “Len Wein and Dave Gibbons”? I knew comic books were drawn
(everybody knows that. D’uh!), but written, too?
The issue
itself was really not what a kid would expect from a superhero comic book.
There were no evil villains present. Not so much as even one battle to be seen.
No cries for help; he didn’t save anybody. Nothing. The main hero of the story
didn’t even win at the end—he lost his super-powers. (Sure, he DID win in the
sense that he gained his freedom from being duty-bound in order to spend the
rest of his life with his girlfriend, but that was outside of my scope of being
a kid!)
It was just about him
questioning his decision to leave, getting past his friends who don’t want him
to quit, going through with it, then saying goodbye. All while flying through
space and talking to his alien buddies and bosses, and visiting an alien world.
Then the BIG question: “What
comes next?”
To my surprise, these books came
out once a month. EVERY MONTH. That’s 30 days. To a 9 year old, that might as
well be 30 years.
By the time the next issue
came out (with a NEW Green Lantern guy,) that first issue I bought was in
tatters. It had been re-read, examined, re-examined, and traced over. I wanted
to be able to draw him myself, and needed to know what his costume looked like
from all angles—and I was so glad that this Len Wein guy drew him at all kinds
of angles and poses. (Of course, it took me years to realize that the writer’s
name always displayed first, meaning he was the Writer and Dave Gibbons was the
“Drawer”!)
I remember sitting in the
backseat with this issue opened on my lap, as my mom drove us home. I told her
THIS is what I want to do when I grow up.
For my birthday the following
year, my older sis asked me if I wanted to go to the Comic Book Shop. “There’s
such a thing as a COMIC BOOK store???” I remember stepping into that tiny,
cramped wooden room. The walls were covered with very old, sealed issues of
comics I had never seen nor heard of before. The place SMELLED of comic books!
Heaven.
A few months later, Crisis on Infinite Earths started, and I decided to spend the other half of my allowance on it. What I didn’t realize was that the issue I bought at the time was actually #2—I missed the first issue. It wasn’t until a year or two after the series ended, when I flew to Honolulu that I got to buy and read it… for 10 times the price!
Soon after the Crisis books ended, DC announced that they were going to revamp Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman. Starting them from scratch.
And that’s how my collection
started (as well as my first notion of “being
in debt!”)
