These were the comic books my father made me throw out in 1969

[no_hypocrisy]

because he believed Readers' Digest or whatever about how comic books led to juvenile delinquency:

Superman
Batman
Archie comics
Binky
Dennis the Menace

No violence. Throwbacks to the Fifties. Superheroes. White bread.

My father never looked at what I was reading but just saw comic books and knew my mind was being polluted.

And no, I have not forgiven him for making me throw them away. I paid for them. They belonged to me.

Postscript: Dad struck again in 1972. He made me throw out the sheet music for Don MacLean's "American Pie." But this time, I waited for him to go to bed and retrieved it from the garbage. I still have it.