063: Journey Through the Forgotten Comic Book Bin #1

I love comic books and have loved them throughout my life. While I did take a few years off when I didn’t have enough money to spend on them, I have always carried an increasing number of plastic totes filled with comic books from home to home with me. The consumption and collection of comic books as a medium traces back to my childhood. In fact, one of my earliest memories is being gifted a box full of comic books by one of my uncles. I would have been around 4 or 5 at the time. (Yeah, unlike some people, I don’t have many memories from super early in my life. They all start around that age.)

I loved that box of comic books from the start. Even before I could read very well, I looked at the pictures. A lot of the comics in this box were for “little kids” and contained things like the adventures of Archie and his pals, Mickey and Donald Duck, Bugs Bunny, and the like. Some, though, were a little more advanced for my age like Indiana Jones and Battlestar Galactica. There were even some old Marvels in there: Iron Fist, Black Panther, and an old Spider-Man issue without a cover. (Peter Parker the Spectacular Spider-Man #36 from 1979 to be exact.) After getting this box of comics, I was often seen thumbing through them, sometimes sneaking a flashlight and reading them under the covers after lights out. (Yes, people actually did that.)

One small fraction of my collection.

My love for comic books continued over the years, evolving into collecting. While much of what I read now is digital, I still hit my local comic book store every Wednesday to buy my stack of new releases. I’ve moved on from these old comics and towards Marvel Superheroes, Spawn, the experimental titles of Image, the nostalgia-laden IDW Ninja Turtles series, and many others. The old comic books that got me started on this road were forgotten, left behind in the shadows of childhood.

Yay old comics!

Sometime over the years, probably when I first moved out of my parent’s house, my comic book collection was divided up. I gave my old Archie Turtles comics to my brothers. I put most of my Marvel, some of my DC, and some other miscellanea into storage totes and took them with me. As for these old “kids” comics? The Archie, the Walt Disney, the Warner Bros and such… they all ended up in an old wooden trunk in my mom’s garage. Lying there forgotten for many years.

But then one summer day last year, I was helping my mom clean out her garage and sort things into piles. I came across this trunk and was instantly hit with nostalgia for all those happy childhood hours spent reading these old comic books. I stuck them into an empty storage tote and took them home with me, the idea for this series of posts instantly forming in my mind.

My intention for this series is to choose 3 or 4 comics from the bin each time and go through them with you all. I will also have some tie-in TikToks about them, so this will be a multimedia experience. (Exciting!) I’ve had this in the planning for quite some time and I’m just now finally getting around to it. Here we go!

It’s whipping time! (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

The Further Adventures of Indiana Jones #1: Published by Marvel Comics, cover date of January 1983. (Released in 1982.) Writer: John Byrne. Artist: Terry Austin. Indiana Jones was a licensed comic that ran from 1982 to 1986 and had 34 issues. They build off of the continuity of the movies but with their own original stories. (There’s actually a couple of references to Raiders of the Lost Ark, but they don’t linger on them.)

There’s something improper about this. (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

Unexpectedly, the comic does not begin with Indiana Jones in the middle of an epic adventure. Instead, he’s practicing his whipping on a student. For… extra credit? His boss witnesses this, complains a little, but ultimately does nothing. (Does he have tenure?) This is the logic of the world we have been thrust into.

Yeah, I don’t think this is allowed. (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

After Indy’s gross misuse of power, blatant abuse of his student’s trust, and shameless taunting of his boss, we meet Charlie Dunne, a former student of Dr. Jones. Charlie has come with an amazing archeological discovery but don’t get too attached because he is instantly murdered by a knife sticking three inches into his back.

Mur-diddly-urder. (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

I don’t know, maybe it hit his heart from behind? Anyway, it turns out the poor dead guy whose name we’ve already forgotten and his sister Edith have found the Ikons of Ikammanen, which was always considered to be a legend. This legend involves solid gold statues that can come to life. Indy goes on a spontaneous leave of absence, travels to Africa, and meets up with Edith. (Can you imagine being Indy’s substitute teacher? They must get a lot of work since he’s always wandering off at a moments notice. Also, from their non-reaction, I’m pretty sure this isn’t the first guy who’s been killed in this office.)

Yeet. (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

Back in Edith’s ransacked hotel room, they’re attacked by guys in robes, one of whom casually tosses Edith out a window.

ACTION! (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

Indy gives chase but loses them. He falls through a trapdoor in an alley and wanders around in a dungeon for a bit before shooting the lock off a door and kicking it in. He then comes face to face with the nefarious Solomon Black.

What a friendly villain. (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

Solomon Black (and yes, it’s a horrible choice of name) is a Kingpin-looking guy who ordered the kidnapping of Edith and lured Indy to his underground lair where he sits on a throne surrounded by henchmen and treasure. (Which is pretty badass, no lie.)

Man, this is the life. I have a new goal. (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

Black had been secretly watching Edith and keeping her safe in the hopes that she would lead him to the Ikons. Strangely enough, Black was surprised to find Indy and not Edith’s brother, implying that he was not the one who had him killed. (This is a mystery that is not solved in this issue.) He threatens Edith unless Indy goes to get the gold for him.

Poor Unnamed Henchman #1. (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

They all head off to the island indicated by the sibling’s research. The ship can’t get close, so Indy, Edith, and two henchmen who are not important enough to be given names have to go ashore on a rowboat. One of these henchmen dies in a volley of arrows the second they reach the beach. The other henchman doesn’t want to risk himself, so he stays in the boat as Indy and Edith crawl along the beach and cut through a jungle. On the other side is the temple they’d been seeking in a strangely empty village.

Nice décor. (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

Inside the temple are horribly life-like statues people, their faces twisted in pain. I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Good lord. (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

Yup. The Ikons are made of people. PEOPLE! The pair don’t have long to be horrified by this, as they are quickly knocked out and suspended above the altar, tied to a chain. They’re surrounded by a chief wearing a feather headdress and a bunch of old men. The altar is opened and reveals a pool of molten gold.

Cliffhanger! (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

This is where we leave our hero, being lowered into a vat of molten gold. Obviously he gets out somehow since this is only Issue 1 and if he died, most of Issue 2 would be a tearful funeral attended by students he nearly whipped and one sinister Kingpin wannabe. (Although now that I think about it, that would be a pretty cool issue. I’d read it.) This cliffhanger has held all my life since I don’t have Issue 2 and have never really cared enough to find it.

Pretty sure gold doesn’t work this way. (Credit: Marvel Comics, Writer: John Byrne. Art: Terry Austin.)

Thoughts: This comic contains all the things you would expect from an Indiana Jones property: a mysterious temple filled with traps, an evil native cult, a woman from Indy’s past, and many brushes with death. Man, archeology is dangerous. My favorite thing about this comic is that they really didn’t try to make him look like Harrison Ford. It’s really annoying when you can tell an artist has their desk littered with reference photos and the resulting art comes out with an uncanny valley quality. (Some of the Star Wars comics were bad with this.) I think the best licensed comics do their own interpretations of the characters, not trying too hard to stick with the actual actor’s features.

That commentary aside, I really did love this comic as a kid. I played Indiana Jones all the time with my little brother and friends. I even had a whip made from a length of rope my dad let me have as long as I promised to not use it on my brother or friends. Coming back to this comic as an adult, it was a bit dull, but it did have good art. Pretty standard art for 80’s Marvel, really. There’s a lot of action and they do fine keeping the pace moving along. They really tried hard at this. They must have done something right, since they lasted for 34 issues. I managed to get a couple more issues of this series over the years, but this is the one that always stuck with me. This was my first look at a more adult comic book… instead of colorful cartoon animals having adventures, it was a guy I’d seen in a movie punching guys, whipping students, and finding skeletons in statues. (Next time I’ll probably look at another older kid comic from those days, Battlestar Galactica.)

The mole is my favorite character. (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

The Super Friends #13: Published by DC Comics under their Whitman imprint with a cover date of Aug/Sept 1978. Strangely enough, the issue’s number does not appear on the cover, but it is in the indicia, along with the fact that this is part of Volume 3. (Which I think at the time just indicated that it was the third year of bimonthly publication.) Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Artist: Ramona Fradon. The series was based off of the Hanna-Barbera cartoon of the same name and ran from 1976-1981 for a total of 47 issues.

As you may have gleaned from my posts, I’m more of a Marvel fan than DC. It’s nothing against DC or the fans of the imprint… the characters just don’t grab me like those in Marvel Comics and the related media. Most of what I know about the DC characters and their Universe comes from random comics I have from the 70s and 80s, the DC Lego games, and the old Super Friends cartoon. This comic series is actually just adaptations of the episodes, and this issue covers Episode 13 of the cartoon. If you’re not familiar with the cartoon, then you are missing out. It’s incredible. Silly, goofy, and full of completely bonkers moments. The concept is an easy one. A group of well-known and respected superheroes (and Aquaman) all live in a secret base and are friends. They get distress calls from people in trouble and run off to have low-violence adventures. Also in attendance are the Wonder Twins Zan and Jayna— two shapeshifting teenagers with their pet monkey Gleek. (They were created especially for the cartoon but later became canon characters.) Their powers have really unnecessary limitations. They have to touch to transform, they can’t turn back to normal unless they both turn back, Zan has to turn into water-based things, and Jayna can only turn into animals. As you can imagine, it’s not always helpful, but they always find an excuse to use their powers.

I feel like they get calls like this every day. (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

As the issue begins, the Super Friends are all just standing around in costume, like always, when they get a call over their video screen. The call is from the mysterious Doctor Mist. (How the good Doctor got their number is not explained.) He warns them about the Mindless Immortal who has inadvertently put the world in danger. Long story short, a rare endangered mole dug into a cavern that contains the Spirit of Life itself. This somehow made the beast immortal and super strong, but no smarter than your average giant mole. He’s been digging around like moles do, but with his new strength he could destabilize cities. Using his amazing mental powers, Doctor Mist shows them examples of cities crumbling.

So awesome. (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

The Doctor tells them they must take the mole to his secret lair, which is carved into the shape of his head. I find this completely incredible and now I really want a mountain lair shaped like me. And a throne surrounded by henchmen and treasure. These comics may be a bad influence on me. I’m pretty sure they’re making me want to become a super villain.

The heroes depart. (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

Doctor Mist conveniently knows the three places where the mole will surface. The team splits up to corral the beast, with Robin volunteering to go with the Amazonian woman who wears no pants. (They have that in common I suppose.) Superman chooses the one location with water so that Aquaman will get a chance to shine. (Okay, I can’t type that with a straight face. Aquaman is useless. They actually leave him behind in some episodes.) Batman is on babysitting duty. Also the Wonder Twins bring their monkey along. I thought it was for comic relief, but Gleek doesn’t actually do anything during this adventure except say his name and sit in a cave watching them battle the mole. (Many episodes end with Gleek doing something “funny” and everyone laughs.)

Wonder Woman is confident of her chances of defeating the Power Mole. Superman is also confident about her chances. Batman is worried that Superman will screw up and make him and the alien kids have to do something.

Huh, gas and a lasso didn’t stop it. (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

But of course it can’t be that easy. Wonder Woman and Robin fail to subdue the Power Mole. He’s immune to Robin’s knockout gas and too stupid to understand that Wonder Woman’s lariat makes everyone obey her. It’s official: stupidity is a super power.

Wait, talking to fish didn’t work? (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

Superman and Aquaman fare no better. The mole is unimpressed by Aquaman’s “finny friends” and somehow immune to Superman’s punches to the throat. The mole also demonstrates the ability to emit an invisible force that throws the heroes back.

No, Batman, this is a kid’s comic! (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

Don’t worry though, Batman has a plan! His plan is to do nothing and put two teenagers in danger. (He’s had a lot of practice at this with the various Robins.) He makes Zan turn into a block of ice and Jayna into a female mole. Because he suspects the male mole is… lonely. Yeah.

Eww. (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

This is very irresponsible of Batman on many levels, and I’m hoping he at least uses some of Bruce Wayne’s vast riches to pay for Jayna’s therapy bills.

Anyway, the less said about this the better. Zan can’t turn back until his sister does, so he touches her and turns into a snowman. Why? Who knows. The other heroes arrive, easily locating the exact cave their friends are in. They all go to the foreboding lair of Doctor Mist, not bothering to explain how they got the mole there. In the most shocking twist in this issue, Doctor Mist does not turn out to be an evil super villain luring the world’s heroes into a nefarious trap. Nope, he’s actually a decent guy who just happens to live in a mountain shaped like his own head.

Hehe. (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

Doctor Mist explains that a second trip to the Place of Life will turn the super-powered mole back into a normal rare endangered mole. Which, if you think about it, really makes no sense. If you come into contact with a radioactive substance twice, aren’t you just doubly irradiated? A second dose of poison doesn’t cure you. I’m so confused by this leap of reasoning, and I thought a lifetime of reading comic books made me well-versed in comic book logic. I just can’t make this one work in my head.

As they look at the roiling flame in the Place of Life they all think about what immortality and unlimited power would mean to them. I love that Aquaman’s burning wish would be to stop being Aquaman.

The windup… (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

They’re all tempted to enter and gain immortality, but then in a psychic vision they see the sad face of Doctor Mist and realize he’s been there, done that. Sensing the danger and temptation they’re facing, Superman grabs the lonely Power Mole and…

Yeet. (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

The mole is normal again and wanders off. They talk more with Doctor Mist and learn his backstory. (But not where he bought that incredible helmet.)

I wouldn’t be too sure Dick. (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

Doctor Mist explains that he’s lived for 90 centuries in exile due to fear over his own power. He had his face carved into that mountain as a threat 11,000 years ago, wanting to show what a big badass he is and scare all who would oppose him. Behind his back, Zan wonders why he doesn’t just go back to the Place of Life to rid himself of that terrible power and Robin suspects he’s afraid of dying even more. Wonder Woman says that it take more courage to go on living and the issue ends.

Zan may be more useless than Aquaman. (Credit: DC Comics. Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell. Art: Ramona Fradon.)

Thoughts: This one was a lot deeper than I expected. It’s really not a horrible story like some of them I remember from this cartoon. There were flaws in the plot and weird choices made by the heroes (especially Batman) and I really think they nerfed Superman’s powers because that mole should have been goo after one throat punch. Maybe he was holding back so he wouldn’t outright slaughter the endangered animal? We’ll never know. Anyway, it was entertaining and that’s really what matters. Plus I really do want to be a supervillain now. I’ll call myself Doctor SoraRabbit and the world will quiver in terror at my mountain that’s carved into the shape of a bunny. This is a good plan.

Time for some wholesome fun. (Credit: Archie Comics)

Jughead #245: Published by Archie Comics with a cover date of October 1975. This issue is part of Volume 1 which lasted from January 1949 – June 1987. Art and writing uncredited. Jughead is, of course, part of the long-lasting Archie series of comics. I have touched on Archie once in a Short Hop about Reggie, but I do have a longer post in the finishing stages. I will talk more about my history and affinity for the series there, but for the purposes of this post I will state that I was gifted dozens of old Archie comics and my mom picked up many more for me from garage sales and supermarkets when I was a kid. Archie, while I have fallen away from it in my adulthood, was an integral and undeniable part of my childhood. It was really fun revisiting this old comic from my youth. This is the oldest comic of the three, and also the most deteriorated.

I guess Jughead won’t eat just anything. (Credit: Archie Comics)

As was the fashion in old Archie comics, the issue is made up of several short stories and strips. There’s even a maze in there, which someone did in pencil… possibly a five year old SoraRabbit. In the first story, Jughead is being overly dramatic and annoying his friends. This is explained away as him being bit by “the acting bug” but is never elaborated on. He smells someone grilling and pretends to be a starving castaway to get their food.

For those who don’t know Jughead, I’ll take a moment to explain. See, an inexhaustible appetite is one of the three main character traits Forsythe Pendleton "Jughead" Jones III has. The other two traits are lazy and sarcastic. He’s also laidback and mischievous, but those traits are usually plot-dependent. Oh, and he’s definitely asexual and aromantic. That was made official in later comics, but there’s lots of evidence in the older ones too. He may have had girlfriends in some comics, but I feel like that was just writers misunderstanding the character or wanting to put their own slant on him. Typically, though, Jughead avoids romance whenever possible. Jughead’s main motivation in life is food and he can eat a comically large amount of it. It’s his whole thing.

Enough explanation. The kids on the beach fall for Jughead’s scam and the food turns out to be a stew of grasshoppers, crickets, and bark. Jughead retches and flees. End of joke, end of story.

Haha gross. (Credit: Archie Comics)

Next is a one page story about Jughead doing ungodly things to a library book and then two half page strips. Then we get to the strangest thing in this comic.

Is there anything Twinkies can’t do? (Credit: Archie Comics)

There is a full page advertisement for Twinkies masquerading as just another story. Ah, Hostess ads. These things were all over the place and they were hilarious. Superman foils Lex Luther’s plan with chocolatey Cupcakes… Spider-Man takes down the Doctor Octopus with a handful of Fruit Pies. (“Mmm cherry! My favorite!”) Whoever came up with this ad campaign was a genius. I wish all life’s problems could be solved with sugary treats. Hmm, maybe they can. It’s been years since I’ve tried throwing a Twinkie at someone’s head to deescalate a situation.

Jughead’s ‘bout to kill a bitch. (Credit: Archie Comics)

In the next story, Jughead tries to assault someone who criticized his pet dog Hot Dog. He threatens to straight up murder this teenager in front of witnesses. (Forget what I said earlier about him being laid-back. This isn’t a story where he’s laid-back, it’s a story where he’s threatening manslaughter.) Jughead forgets all about wanting to kill the kid with his bare hands when he learns that he makes really good pizzas. It all circles back to the food.

Jughead is a mastermind. (Credit: Archie Comics)

The next story is about Jughead using Hot Dog to get girls on the beach to give him food. Kinda weird that two of these stories relate to the beach when the cover date says October, but I don’t think the cover dates really correspond exactly. This is definitely a Summer issue. The whole crux of his plan is to send Hot Dog over to butter up the girls and then ask for food while they’re in a good mood. Archie and Reggie thought he was creeping on bikini-clad girls with his binoculars, but nope. Food. It’s all about food, always.

Poor Jughead. (Credit: Archie Comics)

His plan is foiled when Hot Dog gets horny over Big Ethel’s dog and poor Jughead is subjected to unwanted affection. See? He was asexual even back then. I love it.

Peanut butter addiction is heartbreaking. (Credit: Archie Comics)

In the last story we see Jughead’s mischievous side. He pretends to be a faith healer to antagonize Reggie. Reggie gets more and more annoyed, trying to convince everyone that Jughead is faking his powers, but he doesn’t realize everyone is in on the joke. Except for Moose. Reggie runs into Moose and gets his ass handed to him, which Jughead seems to find amusing. The hero of this comic is satisfied with this outcome and it may have been his plan all along? The end.

They should’ve brought Moose to the Power Mole fight. (Credit: Archie Comics)

Thoughts: This was a quick read. These stories were just like I remember. Simple, lame, exaggerated. I didn’t find much to say about the stories, because there really wasn’t much to them. They were just goofy, inoffensive gag comics aimed at a younger audience. It was largely fluff, but there was something enjoyable about the fluff.

Spider-Man vs Atari. (Credit: Marvel Comics)

Ad Corner: Another fun part of rereading these old comic books is coming across vintage ads. In the Ad Corner I plan to review some of the best ones I found. Indiana Jones had ads about bubblegum, Crackerjacks, and BB guns. My favorite one was the ad for the Spider-Man Atari game where Spidey and his nemesis the Green Goblin put aside their differences to marvel over the amazing video game action and how bad the hero is at video games. I love it so much.

Adventure!

Another really cool ad in this issue is this one for a Dungeons & Dragons catalogue. I would read a whole comic about this story and characters. And it’s a very effective ad. I wish this catalogue still existed so I could send for it.

Spraying blood on someone is a classic prank.

Hey, I’m running low on Monster Blood. But $2.50? That was a lot of money back in 1982. Although you did get some free vampire fangs, so I guess that’s a deal. But the fact that the blood vanishes is kind of a con for me… isn’t the fun of spraying blood on your friends that it ruins their clothes?

Maybe I’m overthinking this.

One dollar for a ghost? I’m in.

The Super Friends comic mainly had ads for DC comics, including a four-page spread for a “Clark Bar Superhero Sweepstakes” that had lots of different prizes. They mainly focused on the DC heroes, but there was also a plastic Spider-Man kite.

In the Archie comic there were a lot of little ads, like this great deal for a Monster Ghost that obeys your commands. Man, if I had this when I was a kid, my many enemies would have been really sorry.

Dammit, now I want a Monster Ghost and Monster Blood. Maybe I shouldn’t be looking at ads when I’m this impressionable. I’ve already committed to becoming a super villain, I don’t need to look for vintage novelties too.

Classic.

There were lots of muscle-building ads in these issues, which I do recall seeing a lot of in old superhero comics. The ads included this classic Atlas ad about Mac getting sand kicked in his face. (You may remember it being referenced on the Rocky Horror Picture Show.) It occurs to me… is this why they named the character in Punch Out Little Mac? Hmm…

Monkeys! Of the sea!

The ad that really brought me back to those long-ago bygone days was this one for Sea Monkeys. These ads were in so many comics. My mom wouldn’t let me get any sea monkeys, saying that they were a waste of money and a scam. And you know what? She may have been right. Still, the ad campaign for these things must have been pretty effective because they stuck around for several years before being lost to obscurity.

Can you imagine if these were real though, and not just brine shrimp eggs? These tiny sentient beings capable of building a family unit and tiny castles, just a dollar through the mail. Humanity is kind of scary.

COMCS!

So those are the three comics for this journey into the bin! It was a lot of fun revisiting these comics that I read long ago, and I was surprised to find how much of them stuck with me despite the years. These were three of my older comics, and so they have not held up well physically. I’ve had all of them since I was five, through several homes and about a decade in my mom’s garage before liberating them. I was not very good at taking care of my comic books back then, so they’re frayed, bent, and— in the case of Jughead— written on. (They’re going in bags and boards after this post.) Bad condition or no, I still have them after all this time. Although they sat mostly forgotten in the darkness of my mom’s garage, they always stuck with me, enough to bring a wave of nostalgia when I found them.

In this day and age, where we are constantly besieged by darkness and negativity, it’s nice to have an escape. There is something comforting about clean, wholesome entertainment like these old comics that is mostly missing in the day to day. These old comic books are a comfort, bringing me back to long Summer days sitting around my parent’s house with a stack of comics, reading and snacking and chuckling. I’m a completely different person now, but I can still access those feelings, and that is priceless knowledge.

There was a pleasant feeling of nostalgia and joy in thumbing through these well-worn pages and revisiting some of the art that shaped me. I’m looking forward to seeing what other treasures await me deeper in my Forgotten Comic Book Bin. I plan to make many more journeys into bin, so I hope you enjoyed this. I’ll select some more interesting artifacts for next time, and I think I may know just what to pick.

Until then, thank you all so much for reading and going on this journey with me! I appreciate you all, and I hope you never stop getting joy from the things you once loved.

Oh Mac.