Tabitha, he was very protective of his comic books. Look but don't touch. They were all in a specific place. Maybe even in alphabetical order. We were only allowed to go in the comic book room when he was home and he'd stand in there the whole time we were there. In his defense I have to say he did have other comics laying around the house that we could read while we were visiting my Aunt and Uncle. I guess his stash was more of a precious collection rather than a bookshelf of comic books. I'm telling you. Those shelves were floor to ceiling. Like a comic book museum.
Pick up sticks! Yes! Love them. I remember the wood ones. Eventually the dye would come off, remember? It amazes me how much fun we really did have with something like this. Holding your breath trying not to move them. lol. Hey, we took our games very serious back then. Oh, the disappointment when that last stick moved just a little bit. Or, did it? lol.