Frank Santoro is at it again, in the aptly titled American Pickers in which he advises a friend’s father that a comics collection with stickers of $20 and $15 is actually worth crappity doo doo, despite what all those “reality” (and I use the term loosely) “collectible” shows may say:
It’s a typical collection that you see floating around now. Classic Bronze Age. A run of Marvel Two-In-One. A run of Micronauts. A run of Alpha Flight. A run of Camelot 3000. Badger. Nexus. Web of Spider-Man. A good selection of valuable X-Men. A good selection of worthless Cloak and Dagger. But nothing interesting like Elektra: Assassin or Slash Maraud. You know the drill.
“How old is Tommy?” I asked.
“42,” sayeth Uncle Louie.
“Yeah, that makes sense. See, what’s happening is all the guys your son’s age are dumping their collections now. They all had the same books. So the market is flooded.”
This being Santoro, he then engages in a dreamy, selfie-inspired gallery of comics covers.