Journey Into Comics

This shop is one of many of the holdovers from the comics craze of the early to mid 90’s, and its coupling with baseball cards and other collectibles is not uncommon. The selection is pretty good, and the store has been clean and mostly welcoming both times I’ve been there. However, what broke it for me was when the owner told me he didn’t have time to read any comics himself. I had stopped in one afternoon after work out of curiosity and subsequently struck up a friendly shop talk conversation with him. He seemed knowledgeable enough about the broad strokes of comics both as a medium and an industry, but I couldn’t get past his lack of reading. Would you go to a mechanic that didn’t drive a car? Would you eat at a nice restaurant if the chef only ate PB&Js? In a niche industry like comics, people crave community, and I just didn’t feel it at Journey into Comics.