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80'sKid

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  1. I grew up in the town over from Passaic, mostly Italian & polish neighborhood. Passaic in the 80's was a black neighborhood with some Russian at the time. Although it has always had its rough parts Main street was always safe to shop on, I remember on Saturdays going with my Mom and Grandma ( we are white) shopping at Bargin Man and some awesome deli that use to make amazing sandwiches. I never remember having any fear or my mom being scared despite the fact we were the minority there. I think it was a combination of different times back then were people had more respect for each other and today we live in a race obsessed society. I mean, I was never allowed to ride my bike into Passaic alone to buy comics but at the same time my family never avoided Passaic because of the demograph, Real talk here. Passaic was ( i say was , haven't been there in over 20 years live out of state now) a great city, It had personality and a certain small town feel you just dont get anymore. I had no idea ll those years people were ordering out of state and even out of country from this place, SO Cool
  2. Actually created a account just to share some memory's. Was feeling nostalgic today and googled Passaic book store, was very sad to see it has closed down. I think i was 8 or 9 the first time my dad took me to Passaic book store had to be around 1985 or 86. I know this sounds corny but the place was magical. It was like something out of a Harry Potter book , It was old, dusty and MAGICAL. One side of the large store had comics, the other side sold books. I remember rows and rows of white boxes all over the store filled with every comic you could imagine. Behind the counter hung all the expensive comics , I'll still never forget the day my dad bought me Daredevil #2 from behind the counter. Clothes lines with comics hung above your head and if by some rare chance you couldn't find what you were looking for you would hand the guy a list and he would head down these old stairs into the basement and emerge with everything. This place will always hold a special place in my memory's, comics were such a big part of my life as a kid