PastaJoe

I have thousands of comics from the 60’s on that I plan to sell whenever I get around to it. Vintage is a relative term, usually for comics from the 60’s or older. Mint is the term for comics that are in the best condition. There are sites you can go to for price guides, or look on EBay. It all depends on demand and condition. If you try to sell to a comic shop they’ll only offer around 30% of price guides value.

Do you remember when we used to dance And incidents arose from circumstance? One thing led to another, we were young And we would scream together songs unsung It was the heat of the moment Telling me what my heart meant The heat of the moment showed in your eyes

If you could read my mind love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old time movie About a ghost from a wishin' well In a castle dark or a fortress strong With chains upon my feet You know that ghost is me And I will never be set free As long as I'm a ghost, you can see

Take your baby by the hand And make her do a high handstand And take your baby by the heel And do the next thing that you feel We were so in phase In our dance hall days We were cool on craze When I, you and everyone we knew Could believe, do and share in what was true I said Dance hall days love

You with your masquerading, and you Always contemplating what to do In case heaven has found you Can't you see that it's all around you? So follow me Hey, come on, babe Follow me, I'm the Pied Piper Follow me, I'm the Pied Piper And I'll show you where it's at

Seventy-three men sailed up from the San Francisco Bay Got off the ship, and here's what they had to say "We're callin' everyone to ride along to another shore We can laugh our lives away and be free once more" Ride, captain ride upon your mystery ship Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip Ride captain ride upon your mystery ship On your way to a world that others might have missed

Well, she's fashionably lean And she's fashionably late She'll never wreck a scene She'll never break a date But she's no drag just watch the way she walks She's a twentieth century fox She's a twentieth century fox No tears, no fears No ruined years, no clocks She's a twentieth century fox, oh yeah

Uh well, dance all night play all day Don't let nothin' get in the way Dance all night keep the beat Don't you worry 'bout two left feet Shake it up Shake it up, ooh yeah Shake it up Shake it up

Now my life's an empty stage Where honey lived, and honey played And love grew up And a small cloud passes over head And cries down on the flower bed that Honey loved

I put 3 slits in it so it doesn’t curl. On bread with ketchup.

Don't cry, daddy Daddy, please, don't cry Daddy, you've still got me and little Tommy Together, we'll find a brand-new mommy Daddy, daddy, please, laugh again Daddy, ride us on your back again Oh, daddy, please, don't cry

Well when you put it that way…your argument just sounds more ridiculous. 🙄

What’s a few dead kids from getting hit by cars, as long as they get playtime. 🙄

Having kids standing in the dark in the winter waiting for buses or walking to school isn’t worth it.

It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in the back roads By the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

Back in the 60’s my parents made me play little league baseball on Kensington. I didn’t know what I was doing and there really wasn’t much teaching. Back then they just expected kids to know how to play, so we just had games. The only time I got on base was a walk.

Now there's no need to demand Grab my golden hand I'll teach you and you'll never be sure If the way that you need Is too much like greed Decide if you are rich or you're poor Because this love That I have to give Must be better than that kind It can make you rich It can make you poor But i know that you'll miss me blind

It's been such a long time I think I should be goin', yeah And time doesn't wait for me It keeps on rollin' Sail on, on a distant highway, yeah I've got to keep on chasin' a dream I've gotta be on my way Wish there was something I could say

He's your oldest and your best friend If you need him, he'll be there again He's always willing to be second best A perfect lodger, a perfect guest Beautiful loser, read it on the wall And realize, you just can't have it all You can't have it all, you can't have it all Oh, oh, can't have it all

While strolling through the park one day In the merry, merry month of May I was taken by surprise By a pair of roguish eyes I was scared, but I didn't run away!

His nickname was Sloppy Joe.

The Batmobile had a phone in the ‘60s. And don’t forget Maxwell Smart’s shoe phone.

The future with tariffs. 😵‍💫