World’s Greatest Toys!

It is Christmas morning.

Rob and I are going to see The Pursuit of Happyness today. It’s not a movie either of us would normally go to the theater to see, but we simply cannot ignore the opportunity to see a Mego Super-Hero projected onto a large screen. What better way to celebrate this day, than to “marvel” at a 12-foot tall Captain America?
Happy holidays!

Back on January 30 2006, I got an Email from a gentleman named Raymond, seeking information about Mego Batman boxes. Finding my Email address on the Mego Museum, he wrote, “On Mego Web site I was able to find a toy item made in 1973 of Batman, however the web site states that it is a hard item to find. On the box I have Shazam is printed were Capt. America was. What is the value of this item?”

I explained what I knew about the different Batman boxes and their relative values, and figured that was the end of it. Instead, he struck up an Email conversation and we became friends. Eventually, I asked him how he had acquired the figure, and he said he bought it himself, about thirty years ago.

“I was living in Brooklyn, NY and worked for the NY Stock Exchange crazy place to work, and was dating this girl, who of course had a little brother…Anyway I stop at a toy store and thought I get it for him. When the weekend came (only time her mother let her go out) well I forgot to being Batman along..Good thing to as she went out with someone else…Batman stay at Grandma’s house were I had my trains HO setup put Batman by the controls and he stay there till 1977 got married, in the process of moving he got put in with the trains. Batman was strow away for 32 yrs, Moving to 3 different areas in NY and then to VA.”

Such a great story! I love his stream-of-consciousness writing. Every Email from him is like one long sentence!

When he expressed a desire to sell it, I told him eBay was the best bet. “I don’t trust e-bay as I was ripped off once before,” he said, asking if I wanted to buy it. At the time, I was missing only two Batman box variations, and told him I probably didn’t need it. He sent me some pictures, and sure enough: it was one I needed.

We agreed on a ‘fair market’ price, and I bought the Batman. When I got it, I was pleased. A very nice Batman! I looked it over, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. It was just a nice, crisp Type 1 Batman in a sweet box.

Fast forward ten months. The wonderful John Rasmussen (T1Clegg on the Mego Museum message boards) posted a “Canvas Trunks” Batman for sale in the Marketplace. Not having a great picture of this variation for the book, I Emailed John asking if I could photograph it. John immediately mailed it out (thanks, John!).

The box arrived yesterday, and I was thrilled. I decided to shoot all three variations of Batman trunks together, and went to my MIB collection to grab one mint “nylon trunks” and one mint “polyester trunks” figure.

I grabbed the boxed Batman I got from Raymond and immediately noticed the trunks. “Waitaminnit. There’s no frickin’ way…” I thought.

I think you know where this is going…

Yep. This entire time, I owned a mint, boxed Batman with so-called “canvas” shorts. For those keeping score, the figure is one of those transitional figures… just before Mego introduced the 5-digit item code and the Type 2 body. It’s a Type 1 with a super-pale complexion. Chronologically, the box is the fourth of six variants, the “4-digit, old logo” box.

Having never personally handled this variation, I was entranced. Here’s what I realized:

The “canvas” trunks are not actually made of canvas. The material is nylon, but it has different qualities from the original nylon trunks. While the original nylon trunks are “crinkly,” (kind of a stiff, shiny material), this material is quite soft. It has a pronounced texture and a dull finish. The original nylon trunks catch light and almost shine, while these absorb light. In fact — as evidenced by my completely missing the fact that I owned them — the difference is difficult to detect with the naked eye. Seriously, it looks a lot like the original nylon! However, the tactile qualities are unmistakable. Below is a photo of each version (I exaggerated the lighting to show texture, but the “canvas trunks” don’t ’shine’ as much as the picture suggests). Notice how the softer “canvas trunks” wrap around the pelvis without wrinkling, as the earlier “nylon shorts” tend to do:

Above: The original “nylon trunks” material.

Above: The transitional “canvas trunks” material.

Above: The later-issued “polyester trunks” material.

So there you have it! The “canvas trunks” Batman (Mego also issued Aquaman figures with this material) is not actually canvas. It’s nylon. Mego used the material for a short period, between the nylon and polyester variations. Further, this corroborates the general concensus that the variation is unique to Type 1 figures. Cool!

Benjamin

Tonight I took some amazing photographs of everybody’s favorite wall-crawler. Pun very much intended.

I can’t wait to merge the manuscript with these pictures. Phenomenal!

Benjamin

A great man, generally regarded as a legend, passed away on Friday morning.

Bo Schembechler was not only one of the greatest college football coaches in history, he was brilliant and caustically funny, a loving husband and father. I have been aware of Bo for as long as I can remember. One could not grow up in Ann Arbor, Michigan without being aware of him; Bo coached our beloved Michigan Wolverines football team from 1969 until 1989, and always remained close to the program. In fact, Bo spoke to the team this past Thursday night, as they prepared to take on the number 1-ranked Ohio State Buckeyes. The venerable coach passed away the following morning.

I first met Bo when I was 12 years old (1982), the year I started Middle/Junior High School with his son, Shemy. Shemy and I were were good buddies throughout High School and most of our college years.

Toward the end of High School (and headed toward Art School), I was becoming increasingly “goth.” The black clothes, pointy skull boots and long hair (often dyed in bright colors)… I was all-out punk.

My appearance was appalling to Bo, but he was still Bo to me. However, he refused to call me by my given name. Instead it was, “Shem! Your friend Mary is here!” or “Hey, there, Suzie. How ya doin’?”

He never wavered, to my recollection, always inventing a new woman’s name to replace my own. Sally. Beverly. Sarah. This went on for years, and I loved it. Bo was a “man’s man.” A diminutive force who caused 6-foot tall, 300-lb linemen to quake in his presence. I shared their respect for the man, and took great pride in the fact that I was worthy of his humor.

Bo is a hero to many, many people.

Here is why Bo will always be a hero to me:

One difficult night in December 1987, I was a 17-year old Junior in High School, and home alone. My parents had traveled out of state to attend the funeral of my wonderful grandfather, may he rest in peace. I had spent the afternoon and evening with my brother, then a student at The University of Michigan.

I came home that night to find that our house was in the process of being burglarized. After a thorough search by the cops, it was determined that the burglars had made it out the back of the house, slipping into the night.

The police asked if I could stay with someone for the night, just to be on the safe side. Good and terrified, I was relieved by their suggestion. I immediately called my buddy Shemy.

The Schembechler house was like Disney Land to a teenager; It was huge. It was always stocked with amazing food. There were enormous televisions (something my family had intentionally gone without, for a long time), video games and even an upright pinball machine. It was like Heaven on Earth.

It was pretty late when I called, and I felt guilty in doing so. Bo answered the phone. His wife Millie had taken Shemy out of town, so Bo, too, was home alone. I’m sure this down-time — a chance to kick back and enjoy an empty house — was something Bo had looked forward to and relished. But no matter. Bo took me in and took care of me, gathering bed clothes and towels. “You hungry? Help yourself to whatever you want.”

That was quintessential Bo. A complete hard-ass, demanding and uncompromising. Yet filled with love and generosity.

That same year, Shemy and I attended our Junior Prom. Our friend Greg joined the fray and we split the dinner, limousine and hotel costs. My dad sent me this photo from that night in 1987 (this is before I became a girlie-man in Bo’s eyes).

Left to right: Benjamin (me), Bo, Shemy and Greg

Bo Schembechler was a brilliant coach and an amazing man. He will be missed by everyone who was aware of him, and cherished forever by those lucky enough to know him.

Bo, thank you for everything.

Laverne
(Guess you never thought of that name, didja Bo?)

Tonight I learned that my friend loves the tattoo design. I can go ahead and create ‘final art’ for his project, which pleases me immensely.

I also got a lot of amazing work done on the book. I finalized the Spider-Man manuscript, took some new photos and even clipped a bunch of existing photographs for the Tarzan chapter. I’m just waiting on the clipped “revolution” photos from Dean and I’ll be in good shape on that chapter.

All in all, a very good night.

Thanks, Tarzan. I appreciate that.

Off to bed…

Benjamin

I got nothing done on the book tonight. Instead, I was working on an ankle tattoo design for a very good friend of mine.

The night is not over yet, so I may still get something done. It’s only Monday, yet I already feel tired. I guess this is one of those “gut-check” moments, where I have to work even though I don’t want to.

Maybe I’ll shoot some pictures of Spider-Man. Actually, I really need to revise the Shazam! chapter.

Yeah. OK. I’ll work on Shazam!

Benjamin

It’s been a good weekend. My Alma Mater, The University of Michigan whomped on Indiana, ensuring a titanic clash with Ohio State next weekend. I hope that, regardless of the winner, the National Championship Game is a rematch of these two teams, clearly the best squads in college football. USC? Pffff. Florida? Please. No wait: Let’s put Rutgers in the BCS Championship.

Gimme a break.

Anyway, I also finished blocking out the entire book. I now know (for the first time ever) the final page count. The Mini Book will serve as a wonderful guide for what I need to work on next. Hell, I may even schedule out a timeline for completion.

This is very good.

Benjamin

Before I left work this evening, I scanned some very important Mego documents for the book. Never-before seen by collectors, these documents are filled with wonderous “insider” information about the World’s Greatest Super-Heroes.

I’m really excited that the book will include this incredible documentation.

I came home to find a package waiting. Inside was a ©1976 carded Mr. Mxyzptlk, which I picked up for the alarmingly reasonable Buy-It-Now of $249. The card is in much nicer condition that I expected, so I really am thrilled.

Oh, that reminds me of a nice story. Yesterday, the seller Emailed me, writing, “I wanted to let you know you item was sent out yesterday by priority insured mail. I also overestimated the weight of the package and am refunding $2.00 back to your paypal account (the actual postage was only $4.05 plus the insurance amount).Thanks again and I’m sure you’ll enjoy the Mego.”

What a great guy! Lately, it seems the Mego community (insofar as eBay is concerned) is rife with scumbags and con artists who routinely gouge buyers on the shipping. How refreshing to find a seller with integrity and honesty. I told him the refund was not necessary, but that I really appreciated the offer.

It was a good Mego day.

Benjamin

Tonight am working on the book mock-up, which I call the “mini-book.” I’m listening to Evanescence. Man, they’re so crappy, yet so enjoyable. I just love that teenaged, “I grew up Catholic and boys hated me” angst. Amy Lee is the Queen of the… Darned.

Anyway, I am on page 86 of my quest to block out the entire book. It’s not much, given that page 86 only gets me through 1973.

The good news is that there will be 86 pages of Mego Goodness, dedictated solely to the first two years that Mego produced the World’s Greatest Super-Heroes.

The bad news is that I still have to block out another nine years’ worth of Mego manufacturing. Still, I made some good progress.

Off to bed.

Benjamin

Currently, I am working on the Tarzan chapter. That’s the Lord of the Apes’ knife above.

I’m listening to Blue Rodeo. Great band… a Canadian Folk/ Rock/Alt-Country outfit. If you haven’t checked them out, you really should. I think there have been about a hundred different dudes in that band over the years, but they’re all amazing musicians. I especially love the tracks that feature fellow Canuck Sarah McLachlan doing background vocals. Just… sweet.

Tonight I built a miniature version of the book. I’m stressing out about those parts of the book that I have yet to begin. I decided that making a little ash-can might give me back some control. I plan to use it for sketching and blocking out pages.

I took a huge stack of letter-size printer paper and sliced them along the width, creating 5.5”x8.5” inch pages. Then I hole-punched the whole lot and used the “Brass Plated Fasteners” that screenwriters use to bind their screenplays. I used an old Mego Book Postcard for the cover. It’s kind of cute.

“Cute” in a daunting, horrific, what-have-I-gotten-myself-into? kind of way. But cute.

Actually, I’m excited to finally start fleshing it out more thoroughly. This book has owned my ass for over three years; it’s about time I turned the tables and exerted some control over it.

Benjamin