Good news, bad news. I was fortunate to be given a huge stack of comic books by a friend whose mother told him to clean out his closet and was forced to give them away. I would sit for hours reading and re-reading them. Two of them were the original issues of Spiderman and the Fantastic Four being introduced. One day I found to my horror, my mother had decided to clean my closet out also without letting me know, of course, and my collection was gone.

She also did this with a stack of baseball cards going back to the middle 1950's including Don Drysdale, Sandy Koufax, Maury Wills (rookie card), Willie Mays. Again, I would sit for hours looking at and laying out the cards in their playing positions and visualize a game being played. I always took care of my stuff and they would have brought me a mint today. I always disliked ( more like hated) the way my mother never considered me worthy of having privacy or asked my opinion and to this day remind her of my life and money she threw away.