It was a cold rainy day, as I recall, and as I left the building I was sort of lost, having lost track of the bus stop. Looking around, trying to get my bearings, my sight and senses were drawn to a hole-in-the-wall decrepit bookshop, with a sign advertising 2nd hand magazines. With a sense of foreboding gloom I entered, expecting to be tossed out on my ear. But the old guy at the counter looked somewhat friendly and ignored me. So I warily and curiously poked around a bit, not knowing what to expect at this point.
Well, you can see where this is going. This was the early 60's when printed material was truly ephemera, not expected to last, and valued but little. I was too young to realize the extent of treasures that abounded in this shop, but I certainly recognized several long long bins of comics settled smack in the middle of the store. Salivating, I shuffled through them, and recognized some of the comics I had seen advertised in the first comics I had ever bought. And then more, and older. Most of them were priced at 8 cents, directly on the cover (!) with a marker. Some had the title of the cover torn off (a practice that was actually illegal, as those were store returns that were supposed to have been destroyed). Some were priced at an unheard of 50 cents, but oh, those were the nice ones.
Besides my bus fare, I had 2 dollars that was supposed to buy me some lunch (early 60s, remember?). But to hell with food, now I had to figure just which comics were the best for the price. Four good ones, or like 24(!) of the 8 centers?
I can't believe I had the nerve, but I told the guy that a couple of these 50 centers were pretty beat up, and could he go any lower? Nonchalantly he said said he could drop two of them to 40 cents. And BAM, this is what I bought:
And this Detective was in decent shape, but had that awful 8 cent mark on it, making it worth 8 cents, but actually I sold it too, years later, for quite a bit more.