Going through back issues at the local comic book store, I chanced upon this cover.
Peter Cannon: Thunderbolt Issue #7. Circa 1992.
I love it when something so seemingly unimportant unleashes all these associated memories ranging from food smells to parental admonishments. It’s been happening a lot lately.
Something this profound deserves a nostalgic albeit narcissistic rant. Damn my inarticulacy.
