He’s Baaaa-aaackkkkk!
The last few weeks have been a tumult of emotions, bad and, thankfully, good as well. My sister suddenly took ill a few months back and I spent some time in Florida. She passed away a week after I left. I’ll be attending her memorial in a few weeks.
On the good side, my wife, Noel, and I just returned from a long vacation that began with me going to Gijon, Spain, for a convention. Len Wein, also a guest, and I boarded our plane here in LA and took off first to New York, then to Madrid and finally to the airport outside Gijon. Travel time was something like 17 hours. I don’t know about Len, but my butt hurt bad. And the movies weren’t all that great, either.
I’ve been to a few conventions in Spain before and for the most part they are not, in any way, run like American conventions. Like my first Spanish convention, the one in Gijon was actually a festival put on through the City itself. This means it’s actually a celebration of the arts with the entire city invited to attend at no cost. Comics, and their creators, are celebrated, not dealers as is in American conventions. In fact, there were absolutely no dealers or dealer tables to be seen anywhere.