And then there’s the time I was at Comic Con in San Diego and met an illustrator who had filled my teenage imagination. I was working for a company that had a large booth, and I took a break from helping set up to wander around. Artists Alley, several rows of tables set aside for individuals rather than companies, was still all but empty, excepting a few early birds. Each table had a little piece of paper, like at a wedding, stating who would be there. I took a peek at the names of the people who would be exhibiting. They were familiar ones from superhero and autobiographical comics alike. And then one name stood out. And someone was standing behind the table. “Excuse me,” I asked. “Are you really Roger Dean?” His answer: “Yes.”
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