I was about 16, 17 years old when I first discovered the Pittsburgh Comics Club. It was so rare back then, to not only find others, but to make friends with people who enjoyed reading, talking about and collecting comic books. I’m sure if I told this to people, especially those under 20, that they couldn’t conceive that thee was a time when most people not only didn’t know anything about comic book characters, but that they looked down on people who were into them. We were on the fringe, no where near the majority.

We had a fun time talking about all this stuff. It was interesting too, talking with people that I haven’t seen in months, years or even decades, yet we talked as if we were hanging out with the PCC’ers, liked we did so many decades ago.