Tangible memory

If you've been paying attention, the last entry copied over a survey I completed on a mailing list about toy collecting in general. I mentioned the last lone vestige of my boyhood toy stash, not a 'toy' so much but an artifact nonetheless of that bygone era when men in tights and capes were all the rage on Wednesday night TV: a white Batman mug. I remember having it early on in my collecting days- shortly before the first big-time WB Batman movie with Michael Keaton hit screens there was so much buzz about it and I remarked to a workmate how as a wee lad I oft imitated Adam West as the Caped Crusader with a towel around my neck. Said workmate turned up a few days later with a Starlog magazine featuring an interview with Mr. West and a set of super photos, real eye-poppers in living color, all navy satin and purple tights. Man, how I loved that suit! That mask! Those swoopy painted eyebrows! It was the impetus for the onset of my second childhood and I began hunting and hoarding 60s era Batman artifacts in earnest not long after -but I can't recall where the white Batman mug got away from me. I'm sure in a rare day lacking sentiment I traded or sold it away for some other souvenir that seemed for the nonce more enticing somehow.

    Well, naturally after stirring that recollection for the survey I had to go and make a search for one. Snagged an nice example from the mighty eBay for a few measly bucks, all the way from Medford, OR, no less, and I'm watching the mailbox for it in the next few days, yay! I'm imagining hot chocolate tasting so much better served in a glass mug emblazoned with Batman on the sides. Though I'm more tea and hazelnut cream these days; the cocoa beverage is mostly reserved for snow days after shoveling out the cars. My wyfe stirs it with a stick of cinnamon, makes for a snappy tingle on the tongue, a little bite on the edge of the soothing warmness... Mmmmm-mmmm...