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Found this Bat-gem in the attic:

Gettin' my Keat-on.

Gettin’ my Keat-on.

Saw Burton’s Batman Returns in London back in the summer of ’92.

Ah, memories: The theater was packed and, in the enduring spirit of American independence, I was the one person in the place who laughed out loud when Max Schreck lays out to Oswald certain “unlimited” benefits to being mayor.

I’ve long wondered who was exposed in that moment: the Brits or me.

It certainly might explain my failed run for mayor back in ’93.

Who are you wearing today?

Turning pages,