Yesterday, during my shift at Gatekeeper Hobbies, (Huntoon & Gage, Topeka! Ask us about our Heavy Metal back issues!) I was overcome by a sudden sadness at the loss of Jay Garrick, elder statesman of the DC Universe. During Wally West’s run as the Flash in the 1990’s, Jay was used as an avuncular presence, a superhero’s superhero, the guy who had it all together thanks to 50 years of thinking at super-speed. After the Crisis on Infinite Earths removed Superman’s Golden Age origins, Jay replaced him as the first superhuman of the modern continuity, always ready with some folksy wisdom and a tip of his silvery hubcap hat. Still, I am a fan of the New 52, and I actually believe that, overall, it was a move that will help to guarantee the longevity of the characters and DC Comics as a publisher. Heck, I even like Nicola Scott’s redesign of the new Jay Garrick. Still, I can’t help but remember the good times of the original Golden Age Flash.
The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) once nearly bought a WWI doughboy helmet in an antique store, but couldn’t figure out a way to complete the look without hurting a canary, asking:
Is it worth the loss/alteration/retconning of a favorite character if it seems to be for a greater good?