My Career as a Superhero

When I was a youngster back in 1962, I spent a lot of my afternoons at William’s Stationary in Grass Valley, checking out the latest Marvel Comics. I had never been a big fan of Superman or Batman, but the Marvel heroes were tailor made for a young geek like me.

Peter Parker (aka Spiderman) was someone I could identify with; an awkward, shy kid with horn-rimmed glasses who couldn’t compete with the jocks for the attention of girls. Plus, the storylines were written for a “mature” audience, rather than the corny kiddie pablum offered by DC. The anti-hero had been born.

Now if you’ve seen a few people here refer to me as “Crabman”, then you know most of them are dating themselves. When I first started doing autobiographical comics, I always depicted myself as Crabman, mild mannered cartoonist for The Nevada City Independent. I actually used to walk around Nevada City with the costume you see in the above photo. (Taken by Jim Robison in 1977.) I didn’t have any super powers, although some people were amazed by my ability to down five boilermakers and remain standing. I never fought any supervillains, except one time when I confronted a guy from Auburn who called himself Lobsterman. He had a band called Mars Weather and had been inspired by my Crabman nightclub posters. They played across the street from my house at the Old Brewery, so I put on the costume and stood in front of them while they played. Afterwards, we talked for a while, but he had no interest in fighting or world domination.

These days, superheroing is bigger than ever. “The Avengers” movie is breaking records all over the world, and there are actually people who dress up in costume and attempt to fight crime. In a recent article in the Sacto News & Review, we learn that there is a fellow who calls himself Motor Mouth, wears a mask and a bulletproof vest and wanders the streets of Sacramento looking for trouble. Another example is the tale of the Phantom Avenger, who decided to tackle the supervillains who meet in Bohemian Grove every year. Instead, he got lost in the woods and when he did find their secret lair, he tried to burn down the mess hall and was arrested and sent to prison.

As for me, I decided to hang up my orange and purple underwear when I turned forty. I realized that if the character became too popular, I’d be expected to wear the damn thing for the rest of my life. There’s nothing more pathetic than an old superhero with a pot belly. You won’t see Crabman on the streets of Nevada City, except maybe on Halloween.

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9 Responses to My Career as a Superhero

  1. As a comic book nerd, I am delighted by this revelation into your past. Post an old comic of yours with Crabman in it for those of us who haven’t been around long enough.

  2. Thanks for that mea culpa profundus. Now we new comers will know why and how to properly genuflect to the revived and perennial Crabbman (notice the two ‘b’s). You’re the man! keep that history coming.

  3. TD Pittsford says:

    Like a Marine or a Mafioso, heroes and villains CAN’T quit, retire, or move to Hellmouth, Arizona under the witness protection program. I don’t care if you’ve hung up your claws and goggles, you’ll always be “Crabbman” to an awful lot of us. And don’t try to kid anyone, you still have claws which are enhanced by a razor-like tongue and rapier wit! You will never escape! Bwah, ha, ha, ha.

  4. RL Crabb says:

    I guess orange was a poor choice of color for my uniform. When I walked around town, someone would inevitably see the big “C” on my chest and ask, “Who the hell are you, Captain Carrot?” (And old timers will recall that there was a Captain Carrot, Cary Nosler, who had a show about nutrition and natural food on KZAP.)

    • Ryan Mount says:

      uh oh. I remember Captain Carrot from my youth. He was on an evening magazine show at 7:30. To this day, I run the faucet a bit before filling my cup because Captain Carrot told me to.

      And an orange suit? Wouldn’t that have made you look like an inmate? This is a little before my time, so maybe inmates were wearing black and white stripes back then. :-)

  5. Seems to me that Travis was on KSAN in the Bay Area during the 1960′s. or was that KMPX?

    Anyways, I just posted the following to Cagle’s FB page, but he’ll probably never see it. If you do it, I’ll make a copy for the tailgate of my pickup truck:

    Air Force One, Romney’s face for nose and cockpit area, 1%’er behind all the the cabin windows, dog kennel on the roof with the 99%.

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