My ex sister in law was from around there, her grandparents worked for Hasbro. She got my brother(who could care less for toys) all vintage RAH, and boxed TF stuff.
She and I where brother and sister close and I asked her if she could hook it up as she told me legendery stories of stuff in her parents attic. I'd ask her everytime she'd come over and play saying "I had that" but she always told me "No, thats something I want to share with Mike"
He never apreciated these items in the least outside of lording them over me. When she left him(my brothers a jerk) he sold the stuff for pennies on the dollar that I happily would have given him just to spite her.
Recently I ran into my brother out of the blue(I moved to a different area). I was talking to a nice girl and he decided to CB me (as per his style). He called me recently asking if I could tell him about "some xman movie" cause he's talking to that girl from that time, and she likes comics, but he doesn't know about her cause "she's into childerens charities, and thats normaly a sign of crazy."
That's my thing!
I hate my brother, and am glad right now he has a broken leg!