A little history here, for those who are interested. My Mom and Dad moved into this house in 1967, and Mom has lived in continuously since then. (Dad died in 1990.) It's a big house, and we mostly used the third floor of the house for storage. There's a lot of junk up there, including a lot of books that Dad somehow acquired but never read. (He was something of a pack rat.) But there's also a lot of my stuff up there, mostly books, magazines, and comic books.
Since my brothers both decided that they didn't care about the stuff on the third floor anymore, it's up to me to extract the stuff I care about. So this week I'm cleaning up. Fortunately, although no one responded directly to my call for help, last week I managed to find two people who were willing to do so -- a freelance writer named Lois, and
It's an odd trip down memory lane, and I have to admit that my own priority is the comic books. So near the end of today's work session, we went to the basement, where we found all my comics from 1995 and some from 1994. I'm still looking for all my Zero Hour tie-in books and my complete runs of Firestorm, Crisis, and DC Challenge, but I know they've got to be there somewhere. After all, I found all my Amethyst: Princess of Gemworld books, including the preview in Legion, the 12-issue maxiseries, the issue of DC Comics Presents in which she teamed up with Superman, and the Annual that served as a springboard to the ongoing series (which I never bothered with.) So the others are probably in the basement, and later this week we'll look for those.
In the meantime, I'm using the "off-hours" to bag and board comics. And those six hundred bags and boards I had shipped from New England Comics? A severe underestimate...
One final thing though -- being cooped up in this house will drive me nuts. Anyone local (i.e. in the New York City area) want to hang out some night this week?