Good news: I have a new comic book shop. Aftertime Comics in Old Town Alexandria. Got off the train one stop early and walked, with the help of my iPhone GPS, three blocks until I came to the old store front. The store was tiny with worn carpet and that musty smell that says, "You found it."
Wayne, the enthusiastic clerk, tested my comic knowledge with a series of questions about what books I read and what books I used to read. According to him, there's much I don't know. But I think that's how you pass the test. Allow Wayne to think he is better than you. Let him be your guide and teacher of this pulpy world. Wayne and I talked for an hour. Many people entered the store and left while I was in there. Some people came in for their "subscriptions" and left. Half of them were girls. Wayne tried to include them in our conversation regarding the recent movies Thor and Captain America. Most agreed that Thor was the better movie which goes against everything I heard.
The meeting ended with a handshake and the standard tattoo everyone gets when they become exclusive members of a comic shoppe. Metaphorically speaking.