Saw the sad news this week: Stan Lee passed away. My brother and I grew up reading and collecting Marvel Comics in the early 1960s. We loved the artwork, we copied the artwork; and, I can definitely say, the stories had an impact on me. It was not just adventure and entertainment, and it was not just about good vs. evil. There was always this message, this touch of reality, that making that choice (good vs. evil) had consequences; and that to stand for good, for love, for fairness, for what is right – more often than not – requires sacrifice. Stan Lee and Jack Kirby: I must have been 7 or 8 when I learned those names, and I’ll never forget them.
I actually met Stan Lee once.