Have you ever been haunted by a memory? Or rather, the sound of a memory echoing in your dreams? Well, I have. This might sound odd, but if you’re intrigued, read on. I grew up picking comic books off rusty old spinner racks at a Greek-owned corner store while my mom had her hair done at a Salon next door. This is possibly one of the greatest experiences of my life and might never be equaled. How formative were those afternoons, poring for countless hours over Marvel’s Fantastic Four, The Uncanny X-Men, The Avengers, The Hulk, and DC’s Horror titles from the early 1980s? I’m not entirely sure, but I think that…