But, y'see...this particular issue of Marvel's now-defunct, long-running Spidey-centric reprint title (at least, the specific copy that resides in my collection) has a very interesting history. Plus, it's sentimental value outweighs any monetary amount in my opinion, making it priceless to me. Huh? Oh....I did say "interesting", didn't I? Let's lay down the lifestory of HKC's most precious funnybook......
Imagine a hot, humid June day, circa 1983. My family (at least my father's side) is killing hundreds of thousands of Americans. Or, at least aiding and abetting.....my family participated in a centuries old ritual in our part of Southern Ohio and Northern Kentucky...the transplanting of fledgling tobacco plants (grown in "beds" similiar to those used for lettuce, only quite a bit larger, for those of you who have a green thumb out there) into nice even rows in a field ( a long, grueling processing known by the term "setting" involving a contraption drawn along by a tractor at a snail's pace). Then, try and envision a 9 year old boy....hot, sweaty, cranky and dirty as pig. L'il HKC, drafted into work following the "setter" (the above mentioned contraption), with a fistful of tobacco plants. Cute, eh? Well, needless to say......I didn't neccessarily think so at the time. But a good-natured older relative thought so....hence his constant torment and needling that day....and l'il HKC is about to explode.
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