That’s me below at a party being hosted by Marvel Comics, circa 1975.

Why was Marvel Comics hosting this party? I have no idea. Nor does my wife, who was also working at Marvel then. Though when this picture was taken, she was not yet my wife.

To get to this party, I took an elevator to the top floor of a tall building. There was an amazing view. Could the party have taken place at the Rainbow Room? Yes, it could. But I can’t be sure.

Why were we there? I told you, I can’t remember.

Could it have been a Christmas party? Hmmm … I don’t think so. But, again, I can’t be sure.

Why was a life-sized Doctor Strange cutout there? I can’t remember that either.

Why am I sticking my head through the hole where Doctor Strange’s face should be? Because that’s what you do when you see a superhero without a face.

Why was there someone on hand snapping our pictures? I may never know.

Of course, if anyone reading this happens to have been there back in the old days of the Marvel Bullpen and has any memories of this event … maybe I have a chance of knowing after all.

Anyone?

(And BTW—the reason this photo came to mind today? Because Stan Lee wants an Oscar.)