I also had another hero that I really liked. Captain Marvel. Now, you may or may not know but there are two Captain Marvels: one on Marvel comics and one on DC comics. The one in DC is better known as Shazam.
So, I really liked Marvel's Captain Marvel (the strange history of this character is the link there). I liked him a lot. So much so that I wanted my hair to look like his. Of course I have brown hair and not blonde, and wavy as it may have been it wasn't going to be like his.
At the tender age of seven I took my Captain Marvel comic to Denmark's Barber Shop. Denmark's was the old style barber shop with the barber shop pole spinning outside and the mounted Jackalope head on the wall.
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Anyway, I took my comic, showed it to Denmark and said, "Give me a haircut like that!" He proceeded to cut all my hair off, basically giving me a buzz cut. I was, needless to say, devastated. So much so that my mom felt the need to get him to call and apologize to me.
So what does this have to do with the Truth mentioned in the title? Somewhere along the way Captain Marvel got mixed up with Captain America in the story. People started giving me all this Captain America stuff. It was kind of weird at first, and I tried to tell someone that it wasn't Captain AMERICA, it was Captain MARVEL, but not a lot of people know who Captain Marvel is and everyone knows who Captain America is, so I went with it. I'm not going to complain that I suddenly had all this Captain America merchandise, and as I said, I've always liked Cap. It was all good, and continues to be so today.
The article about Captain Marvel's origins though made me stop and think about my early childhood experience, and I felt the need to put the story out there. Exciting? No. Informative? Perhaps. Cathartic? Not really.
I've kind of petered out here, so I'm just going to leave you with Cap's theme song from the cartoon and bid you Good Day.
I said, "Good Day!"
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