I picked up my first Edgar Rice Burroughs paperbacks at Phil Seuling's comic shop in Brooklyn. The pages were tanned, the stories exciting. Also snagged a leather-bound set of Charles Dickens works. Oh, yes, and I bought a lot of comics, met Roy Thomas and other comic and Warren magazine notables, and had the time of my life. I would ride my bike to the shop after school just about every day. And yes, my bike had the chrome bullet headlight, fox tail, banana seat, and long handlebars. Somebody stole it one day and I've not been able to fully capture the magic back ever since. Of course, now that I'm all grown up, my Mustang helps soothe the loss. Maybe I should tie a fox tail to its antenna.
