Comics were the ONLY thing my father and I shared.
He used to tell me all about the great characters he read during World War Two. His favorite was Captain America.
When I was 10 or 11 we stopped at this liquor store--he to get a pack of cigarettes, me to check out the comics rack.
There I spied the cover of Avengers 4 with Cap fairly jumping off of it--I snatched it up and ran through the store yelling "Is this him? Is this him?"
My father sent me back to the rack to get another copy for myself (and the guy behind the counter asked me to get one for him, too!)
It was the first time I ever saw more than one issue of a comic being purchased at the same time.
And, of course, I devoured the thing...it's still one of my favorites.
Many years later I told that story to Jack Kirby.
He told me that he was very pleased to have made a small part in a moment between father and son.