I remember clearly the last time I read comics to any degree. It was the 80’s, and I was riding the school bus to my swimming lessons. I lived nearly 50 miles from the city pool in Glendive, Montana. Every morning for two weeks I was dropped off at the school, and the bus took me and my aunts and the schoolmates I had known since kindergarten to the pool. I don’t remember who on the bus had the Archie Comics, but I do remember the obsession I instantly had with them. We passed them around the bus like an illicit cigarette, slouched down in our seats, our sweaty knees up on the seat back in front of us. Legs, first slippery then glued to the green, sticky bus seats with the heat. The smell of chlorine floated down the bus aisles. Our fingers greedily flipped through the wholesome pages of the comics, which in the 80’s were known for their strong Christian themes and morals as Spire Christian Comics had acquired the license. To hell with motion sickness exacerbated by no...