Well, that was a fun trip down memory lane. Reading all these old stories was like being back at the Phoenix Ramada Inn with my family during summertime (our Midwestern skin thankful for the heat before the decades of so many insufferable summers made us hate it); my brother and I, with our Archie Book collection, eating at Denny's almost every night, on vacation with the parents.
We read these same books as we traveled through several states from our old house in Missouri to our newer place in Arizona - I was fourteen and my brother was eleven when we moved from the plains to the desert; our collection of Archie books and two tiny, stuffed pandas were the only things that traveled with us in the back seat (and, well, my Walkman with a soundtrack tape of "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade") - everything else had been put in a moving truck.
So, yeah, these books hold a whole lot of nostalgia for me. We grew up with them, and we used to beg our mom for a double digest at the check-out stand at Basha's (a grocery store chain that is history). She would cave, every once in awhile, and buy us TWO and then, we'd hungrily read the books within a few hours and put them with the rest of our collected stash. I still have 'em, in fact, tucked away in an office drawer.
But reading these comics again as an adult, I'm just gonna say this:
Why, Betty? Why? You could do so much better than Archie.