I posted this on the book of faces today, and I thought I’d copy it here where it’s a lot easier to link to without getting shouted at. Enjoy.
So, Michael A. Baron friended me today here, and my wife asked me if I was going to fanboy (the “embarrassingly” was implied.) I rolled my eyes at her but of course the answer is yes; I’ll try to keep it to one post. This is that post.
When I was a wee lad in the 70s, my mother bought me a comic — an issue of Marvel’s Greatest Comics, #57 maybe, reprinting a bit of the first Microverse story… anyway. That’s not the point, and Mike Baron had nothing to do with that, although maybe he’s read it. But it got me into comics as a kid, Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, things that weren’t the FF and Spider-Man… but when comics went 50c (I know!) I decided I was out. It was when Marvel had that big “Toys R Us Shopping Spree” banner thingy across the top, so… 1980, I think? And that was that. I was 11, I had no income, and 50c was too rich for my blood.
Skip forward several more years, and I’m sitting at my brother’s place (he’s like 10 years older than me) and he shows me some issues of a new comic, The Badger. “Aha, this is where Mike Baron comes in, right?” you ask. Right. Anyway, I definitely remember issue 8 being one of them, maybe a few more around that, plus a Nexus issue with him as part of the Bowl Shaped World story. All 1985 stuff or thereabouts, so now I’m old enough to have some money in hand and a car to get to the book store since you can’t get ‘em in the convenience store like I used to, and I’m back in. Just The Badger, though, I tell myself. Then I get into Peter David’s start on the Hulk partly because Todd McFarlane’s rendition of the Hulk is like nothing I’d ever seen, and then of course Nexus (speaking of art like I’d never seen!) and then and then… there was a time after college where I was spending $50 a week on comics, I think.
Sadly, I don’t have my complete collection of Badger comics any more; I sold them to a buddy because I seriously needed the money and I knew that at least that way they stayed together. Sometime thereafter I sold ALL of my long boxes of comics and so it goes.
But every once in a while, I still call someone Larry (not just Larry Young), and every once in a while I say Klacktoveedesteen or Vootie, and every once in a while I remember the long-running Champions campaign at my brother’s house where I played… Nexus. (And I look uncomfortably like Ham now, come to think of it…)
Also, his Flash and Punisher runs were righteous and I read them, too. Nice to FB you, Mister Baron, and I promise this is the only one of these.