When I was a youngster back in the fifties, my little brother Johnny and I could barely wait for Mom to get home on Friday afternoons from her weekly trip to the grocery store. As soon as we heard the car crunch into the gravel drive of our home on Aalf’s Road we would bolt out the door and down the steps to help her carry the brown paper bags up to the house. And then into the kitchen and onto the table with the two of us up to our armpits in those bags to see what she had brought us. And what she brought us were comic books. Sometimes we would get two each. My favorite comic book character, as you probably know by now, was Superman. But, of course, we also had Batman and Robin, Casper the Ghost, the Flash and so on.