Dr. Pop was one of the lucky many, many thousands who attended Comic Con in San Diego, the mother of all comic book conventions, now celebrated and berated for going all Hollywood.

I hadn’t had the honor since the 80s, when Gary and I were probably dating, he was maybe the only black guy there and one of the few who wasn’t sporting pointy ears. (No offense! Vulcans are cool.)

So if I sound like any kind of former hater, please accept my apology and evangelism. Comic Con ROCKS! Thanks for the pass, comrade husband and friendly comic company!

Getting there was half the fun….

I had a grand time, which started with the train ride from L.A. to San Diego, packed mostly with Comic-Con-ians. Lots of pleasant energy.

I rode down with a nice guy from an advertising firm and his charming-beyond-her-years 13 year old daughter. When I happened to mention that I was working on a board game, a gamer-type sitting across the aisle, offered, “The Battle for North Africa. No one has ever finished it.”  As I was taking that info in, he referred me to the guy sitting in back of me, and said to him,”Tom Baker, you’re Tom Baker, right?”  I had to look it up later to find out that Tom Baker was one of the various actors who played Dr. Who, and apparently this guy was doing a good job at the costume, colorful scarf and all.  (I’m soooo glad, I didn’t call the man Tom.)

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