When I was a kid in the early 1970’s, I looked forward to every Saturday morning going to the grocery store with my dad to pick up the new comic books. The neighborhood market was “family” and they made sure to save me a copy of all the new comics each week.
I loved reading the letter pages responded by “Stan the Man” in each one. With my mom dealing with MS and becoming bed ridden during that period of my life, the Marvel Comics were my escape.
So RIP Stan Lee. Thanks for all you did in helping a confused and scared little kid cope with problems beyond his understanding.
I loved reading the letter pages responded by “Stan the Man” in each one. With my mom dealing with MS and becoming bed ridden during that period of my life, the Marvel Comics were my escape.
So RIP Stan Lee. Thanks for all you did in helping a confused and scared little kid cope with problems beyond his understanding.