It shocked me when I was younger to find out that my favorite comic book store had filed for bankruptcy.  I’d been going there every week to pick up new books for years.  Finally, one day, without any warning, I walked up and saw a sign on the door that said that it was closed.  Inside, everything had been moved and now it was only an empty, dusty storefront.  I thought for sure that Rick, the storeowner, would have mentioned something to me.  I was only 14 when it closed and I doubt I’d be the one you talk to about your financial worries.  I was only a dumb kid who came into the store every week, not a financial advisor, but, still, it would have been nice to have been given some notice that the place where I had a list of books that came out every week was closing.  I had noticed that Rick wasn’t actually working in the store anymore and some other guy was.  When I asked after him, the other guy said that Rick was back in school and I never really wondered why.  In fact, it was only a few weeks after that that I saw that the store was closed.  The bad part was that I had no other comic book store to go to in the neighborhood.  I was too young to drive and didn’t want to take a bus every week for somewhere where I’d spend ten minutes picking up my books and then leaving.  So I stopped reading comic books altogether.