Or...Meeting Stan "The Man" Lee

That lovely Alex Ross edition that I showed you last journal, yea, I bought it. As for comics, I only purchased the four slabs from World Wide Comics. Other than that, I was too engrossed walking around getting signatures. I met others from the registry along with someone I have trusted to get some 9.8 books for me. It was an absolute pleasure to put some names to faces and then even faces to the names I hope to see and chat with again.

But as with the title, we are talking about Stan Lee, not me. After his procedure he was still ready and eager to meet the fans. In June at Wizard World he was quirky and took me and my companion in his arms, let's face it, he only did this because she was cute. In September at Baltimore he was still jovial, but no girl, meant no embrace, still he smiled and I believe I got him to chuckle.

At the NYCC I never expected to see him again. I went with the express desire to learn more about getting books signed by the artist. I wanted that experience of waiting in line for something other than food or draining my bladder at a sports event, let's face it there are no lines at home for the bathroom or for food. I spent over my limit, I gained a new perspective on the business end, and Stan Lee wished me luck on my endeavors. He said "Good Luck to you, kid"

If you were standing right there next to me I first would have asked you to take the picture, because we needed our own camera, luckily I had two. You would have heard something slightly different, like the one guy saying "OK c'mon, next". Stan is a popular guy and I was happy with the seven and a half to ten seconds I got to spend with him so I send no malice towards the line mover, I just hope he has the minor disadvantage of stepping in dog mess. OK, no I don't, he's just doing his job.

You would also have heard as people walked by "Hey that's Stan Lee" or less popularly "Is that Stan Lee?" Yes even at NYCC. But if you listened closely you would have heard Stan Lee say to me "Good luck to you" I don't know how the mind works, I was standing next to Stan Lee and my mind keeps telling me he said "kid", a warm testimonial to how genuine this guy is.

I shook his hand as he said this to me, was he some kind of prophet, did he know that I liked to write and he wanted to wish me luck, or is there going to be some life altering event that I should grab and go with it? Or does he say that to everyone that he meets. I like to believe my romanticized version of it. After all, I met him twice before and each of those times he never said good luck.

I am telling you true believer, The Man knows.

Thanks for Reading

Tnerb

PS. I want to say so much more but it seems to be redundant. And Jerry if somehow you are reading this back in Australia, or the two other Gentleman standing in line behind us that I am now publicly acknowledging the injustice of forgetting your names. I want you to know the experience of meeting Stan Lee was so much more enjoyable because I was standing next to you guys.

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