This year, Miranda and I were there about an hour earlier than the year before. It won't help us.
But here's the really weird thing: over by a wall near the entrance was porn. When I was younger, seeing porn mags in convenience stores was not that unusual but they were mostly kept in a back corner. These were right by the front door, begging to be stolen. And that they existed at all in an age where naked women are all over the internet (or so I've been told) seemed strange. In fact, I entertained the idea that if I dared looked closer, I might see that these magazines were cover dated from the 1970's. Anyway, I'm not going back in there again or I'm going to need a round of penicillin.
Tomorrow, Comic Book Week continues with a review of Batman#40 and the end of the Endgame!