You're not the man you used to be.

Dear Ollie,

I really don’t know how to start this. I mean, these kinds of things are hard enough without, y’know, sharing them with the entire internet. Which, now that I think about it, is sort of a cold move on my part. Sorry about that, man, but I’ve come too far to turn back now.

I guess this has to be quick so as to mitigate the pain — the Band-Aid method, if you will — so here goes; it’s over. I went into this whole “New 52” thing with an open mind and an open heart, but when I read Green Arrow #1 I felt… nothing.

We’ve been together a while. A long, long w...

Today, of course, marks the 10th anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center. Everyone old enough to remember it has a story of that day. Here’s mine: I was on my way to work as a newspaper reporter. I heard the news, turned my car around, gave my cat extra food, and picked up spare clothes and flat shoes. Later, I heard that two of my cousins, and two acquaintances, were missing. By dusk, I learned my cousins had walked across a bridge into Queens, part of an ash-covered tide of refugees. By midnight, I knew my acquaintances were dead.

So let me tell you, instead, some other peoples’ s...