Oh, I'm definitely that old! So old I can remember what it was like waiting for Watchmen #6 to arrive after reading Watchmen #5. And how great it felt when it did arrive, mainly because it managed to convince me that while yes, this was a world where small children were fed to dogs and already-unstable men went irretrievably insane after final crushing moral betrayals, this was also at least a world where people who've always loved each other in a haphazard way could reunite over their shared fetishization of the accoutrements of crimefighting...and baby, when you don't have much else to cling to (aside from a raft made from lashed-together corpses), that's okay with me.;)