Through most of the ‘90s, I hated comics. The decade started out well enough…I joined the army in 1992, and during basic training, any time the drill instructors would march us down to the PX (the Post Exchange, where we could spend our money on pizza, haircuts, toiletries and in my case, comics) I was picking up the Ghost Rider run. This was the Danny Ketch era…the art was good, the writing was good, I was happy enough.