by John Ostrander
I’m famous. Kinda. Sorta.
I’m comic book famous. I get invited to conventions and the convention organizers pay my expenses. While I’m at a con, I sit at a table and autograph comic books, maybe speak on a panel or two (where my opinion seems to matter) and chat with various fans who come up.
While I’m at the convention, I’m sorta famous. I leave the convention hall, take off my badge, and nobody outside really knows who I am or cares, which is cool. I can go to the store or a restaurant or, really, do most anything short of dancing naked in the street. No one cares. I’m not famous. I’m just another person and that’s great.
That’s right, gang. TVWriter™’s own hunk of a Contributing Editor, Herbie J Pilato, Golden Age TV Expert Extraordinaire, has a new book for us to glom onto.
NOTE FROM LB:
