Staring at the hole in the ground which used to be NYC’s Statler Hilton Hotel, home to my first comic book convention in 1970, has me remembering the time I heckled publisher Jim Warren (and what he shouted back), the original art I bought for a buck a page, why the National Lampoon‘s Michael O’Donoghue doused me with a pitcher of ice water, the reason I was locked in a dealers room overnight, the early morning I was stopped by two NYC police officers while wandering Penn Station in a Mister Miracle mask, and much more.

Listen to my reminiscences of cons more than half a century old via the embed below or download at the site of your choice.

Here are are a few images which I reference during the episode —

16-year-old me at the 1971 Comic Art Convention
I’m on the right in the second image

Cover to the 1970 Comic Art Convention