My Dad and The Batman

It was a warm night in 1989. I was a young lad of about 6 and I was waiting in a line that wrapped itself around the movie theater and vibrated with anticipation. My father hoisted me up to sit on his shoulders and I looked out and saw an ocean of people as far as my young eyes could see. At the end of the line was a poster which donned a symbol that would come to define a good portion of my life. THE BATMAN!

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