Three anniversaries today. 1941 you know about. 1979 one of you remembers. 1999 was the day when the retina in my left eye spontaneously detached, beginning one of the most difficult periods of my life.
Twenty-five years! Just like Pa Kent, it don’t hardly seem that long. Uh, oh. Looks like Pa had the afib real bad!
Wait. What 25th anniversary did the neighbors think the Kents were celebrating? Pulling baby Clark out of a burning rocket from outer space?
The first time I met Joe Sinnott was at the 1972 New York Comic Art Convention that I attended with, and thanks to, mih.
That was the first time Joe met Jack Kirby, as well as my only time meeting Kirby. It was made extra memorable when, with me an earnest 16-year-old fanboy, Kirby actually pushed me out of his way to speak with someone! Joe never pushed me out of his way, but I used to push him around when he found a wheelchair useful. 🙂
Another interesting New York ’72 encounter was with the comic book professional named Kane who wasn’t Bob. When I mentioned my hope of drawing comic books, he replied, “Kid, we don’t need the competition.”
Using a thinly disguised name, this is another less than flattering memory of the pro in question, from the highly respected comic book writer/editor, Archie Goodwin. Keep in mind that Goodwin had previously written numerous projects for him to illustrate.
Promotional art for the 1961 Broadway production of Tennessee Williams’ The Night of the Iguana. 😉
I hope everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving turkey!
Face Front, frantic Marvel fanboys! The Avengers are here, along with Prince Namor, the Sub-Mariner.
All of the Marvel Super Heroes theme song records from the 1966 cartoons are out, and I’ve got ’em! They’re assembled here in this YouTube playlist, presented in the order the characters appeared daily in the syndicated TV series.
An album version will be released on Record Store Day next week.
We have a neighborhood visitor. He’s welcome to any mice he can find. I suspect there’s one trying to escape the cold night air and set up residence in one of the porch walls.
“A bat! No! wait! A hawk! That’s it! It’s an omen! I shall become a hawk!”
