In keeping with my pledge to give more of “me” as a human being in my articles, I present to you another chapter in the life story of yours truly. This is as accurate a recollection I can give without obtaining permissions from certain persons and business entities, thus no names are provided. I must also note that this memoir contains no defamatory comments whatsoever. In an era of slanted recollections and libelous novelizations, this is a “no-hate autobiography.” Continue reading
While online recently, I noted that a fellow member of an online group posted an image of a Comic-Con from 1975 that featured only those characters belonging to Marvel Entertainment. For legal reasons, I am unable to use the image as part of this article. However, I am free to provide this link to the image. Please take a look at it before reading further. Don’t worry, I’ll wait. 😉 Continue reading
Many Americans had fictional childhood heroes, and those characters often came from the world of comic books. Characters such as Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman have ranked among the most popular fictional characters for decades and captured the imagination of many. However, despite their preeminence in American culture, they never captured my youthful imagination, and here are the reasons why. Continue reading
My kids watched an excellent documentary named Batman & Bill recently, and they came away amazed at the film-maker’s tenacity and attention to detail. In the film, there was mention of the first-ever comic book convention (“comic-con,” for short) and the horrible conditions in which it was held. It was in a dilapidated hotel in New York City, one complete with roaches, filthy walls, drunken individuals roaming about, and dangerously unlit spaces. My kids looked at me, astounded, for the description of the comic-con given in the documentary and that which I earlier gave them matched perfectly, leading my kids to fire many questions my way.
Dad was there. All those years ago, he was there and he still remembers! What did he see? Who did he see? Was Jack Kirby there? What about Stan Lee?
I normally don’t post to this blog more than once a month, but I had to denote an incident that occurred on the night of March 4th. That night, around 9:15 PM here in New York City, we had an uninvited visitor. That’s “uninvited” as in some miserable piece of street garbage tried to force himself into my house via the side door.
It was supposed to be a pleasant summertime Saturday in a time when the Viverette family consisted of just me, my wife, and our two young sons. We decided to take an all-day trip by car into upstate New York for no other reason than to get out of the city for some decent family time on the road. My wife tended to the boys’ needs—bathing, clothing, and “Use the bathroom now so we don’t have to use any of those filthy roadside toilets on the way up!”—while I readied drinks and sandwiches for the trip. I was filled with “it’s time to be a good daddy” enthusiasm and walked to the rear of our driveway where the family car, a burgundy Oldsmobile Delta ’88, was parked. Continue reading
Updated on 8/1/2011:
Back when I was a skinny little kid in elementary school, I was a member of the Cub Scouts here in Queens, New York. It was a grand time filled with crafts, camaraderie, youthful play, and after-school cartoons on TV. We would always gather just a few blocks from school in the home of one of my classmates, a boy named Victor, and to this day I can recall the sinfully sweet taste of his mother’s cakes and cookies.