Captain Comics was one of the first comic book stores I'd ever visited, back in the day. Dan, Bradley and I are always on the hunt for a different comic venue, so we decided to revisit Captain Comics one day when we were out in the Mt. Washington area.
Captain Comics is-- how can I put this?-- not a comfortable store. Yeah yeah, these stores are rarely warm and inviting to your average Joe, but c'mon. We're seasoned comic book store veterans here.
When we first walked in, I thought the door was locked, then stumbled into the store and nearly landed on top of the proprietor's desk. Even at that close proximity, dude hardly acknowledged that we were there.
The comics-- though a huge collection-- are awkward to sort through. There were items of clothing laying on top of open boxes, stacks of unboxed comics laying in a seemingly random order, unmarked boxes that may have been backstock or gawd knows what else, and tons and tons of memorabilia and trade publications that seemed wildly out of order. Besides your very basic lines of comics, if you wanted to find something specific, you'd better bring a divining rod.
When I finally overcame the silence and asked the proprietor to help me locate some Fray comics, he was able to. I'd been hunting for these issues for a while, and it's a miniseries that dates back quite a few years, so I was thrilled and surprised to see that he had them in stock. But otherwise, we were not bowled over with love for this store.
