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?