The main reason behind me not getting my copy of Superman #75 on the day it came out was theatrical in nature. In fact it made getting those comics even more special because it was more of an event than an errand. This did not diminish my love for them or this era. Sometimes a month would go by before I would get my books. Another reason is that while I had been reading and collecting the Superman books since 1987 I was not at the point where I was going to the shop on a weekly basis. For one thing despite being sixteen years old and a junior in high school I did not yet have my drivers license so I was still dependent on the kindness of family and friends to get me to the comic shop. Well, there are several answers to that question. The truth is I really don’t remember much about November 18th, 1992 and I wouldn’t get my copy of the comic where Superman died until a few days later, which is the opposite of a perfect story. Something to take what happened from a simple anecdote to a quirky independent film.
Maybe there would be a mishap or two along the way to sweeten the story. Where were you on November 18, 1992? In a perfect world I would have this grand story of how I counted the minutes until school got out so I could get to the comic shop. I see posts on this date every year asking a simple question.
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