In 1974 I had turned six years old.  Like most six year olds, I was into Bozo, Saturday Morning Cartoons, and playing with whatever toys I could get my hands on.  I was also a big fan of the old Batman TV series, a love that was passed down from my Dad.  No one in my family or peer group was into comics or superheroes aside from my Dad’s interest in ’66 Batman.  The only comic books I was exposed to at this age were a hard bound Batman collection that was on my Dad’s shelf and a well worn Sad Sack comic that I had probably gotten at 7-11 on a whim.