Comic Book.
Story.
Ever.
Ping! ;)
“Superman saved the day.”
Great story!
Superman does save the day. But the moral of the story is don’t use your house as a piggy bank.
Love reading stories like this. One comic saves a house!
It’s why we’re storing the H2!
Gonna be worth a million $$$ someday. Yep!
Since it is a collectible they have to pay the full income tax on it instead of the lower capital gains rate. Good thing they can sell it this year before they get the Obama tax increase.
Funny thing is that it wasn’t all that long ago that Action #1 listed for about $5,000. That’s it, five grand. Of course, that was before the “greed” of the 80s, back when the listed price of the cars on “The Price is Right” was under $3,000, so, yeah, it was a while ago.
Well, you know...it’s what I do.
Capital gains tax and “unpaid inheritance tax” will take care of the money they receive.
1.5m for a comic book. Wow.
Comic Book.
Story.
Ever.
Personally, I hope this story hits all the papers and some nice philanthropist bids up the price of this issue and the family gets $500,000 for their comic, or maybe the bank can buy it.
I know that’s Pollyanna-ish, but these folks needed a little miracle. A priest once told me to pray for little miracles because God likes to hear from us. It works. He said to pray for parking spaces — you’d be surprised how often that works.
Last Christmas I had no money for my property taxes and I really didn’t know what I was going to do. I was looking around for things to sell, and an unexpected check came in the mail that was exactly enough to cover the 1st installment. Also, for another miracle, the 2nd installment showwed up on time too.
Shazam!!! Superman to the rescue or was that Capt. Marvel??
I’m thinking a time traveler probably dropped it off in the basement. It’s somehow important to the entire space-time continuum for that family to stay in that house.
“”The bank was about ready to foreclose,” said Vincent Zurzolo, co-owner of ComicConnect.com and Metropolis Comics and Collectibles in New York. “Literally, this family was in tears. The family home was going to be lost and they’re devastated. They can’t figure out a way out of this. They start packing things up. They go into the basement and start sifting through boxes – trying to find packing boxes – and they stumble on eight or nine comic books.”
Just a little suspicious, for one this is great publicity for Mr. Zurzolo, and there is no explanation about where the comic books came from that were “stumbled upon.”
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What? No sympathy for the poor sap who sold it for 10 cents back in 1938?
When Omni magazine came out, Hubby and I loved it so much that we bought two charter subscriptions. One we read and dog eared and enjoyed, and one we kept pristine and untouched. Omni folded, and we had a perfect, unread set.
When we moved, because of an escrow problem of the seller’s, we had to store most of our things and move into an apartment for eight or so months.
Someone at the storage place broke into our things and stole half of the clean Omnis and read and back broke the rest of them.
Couldn’t prove a thing, of course. That was the very last time I labeled my moving boxes with the contents. Ever since, I’ve kept a separate list and numbered each anonymous box.
I recommend everyone do the same.
Mark