Frustrated by the rise of crime in his Brooklyn neighborhood, law clerk Larry Jordan too to the streets in a costume chockful of that newfangled radio equipment (it was 1942, after all),  by a talking parrot called Static (see previous parentheses.)  He retired before he could ever test his greatest invention, a helmet that would transform him into pure radio waves, which later allowed his son Hal Jordan (not that Hal Jordan) to become a new Air Wave years later. His G.I. Joe counterpart was part of the Sky Patrol sub-line, and came with a cool parachute accessory, making me wish I’d gotten him when I was a kid.

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Once upon a time, there was a young nerd from the Midwest, who loved Matter-Eater Lad and the McKenzie Brothers... If pop culture were a maze, Matthew would be the Minotaur at its center. Were it a mall, he'd be the Food Court. Were it a parking lot, he’d be the distant Cart Corral where the weird kids gather to smoke, but that’s not important right now... Matthew enjoys body surfing (so long as the bodies are fresh), writing in the third person, and dark-eyed women. Amongst his weaponry are such diverse elements as: Fear! Surprise! Ruthless efficiency! An almost fanatical devotion to pop culture! And a nice red uniform.

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