Seven Twenty Four Sixty

July 24, 2013 at 1:31 PM (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

This would have been my late husband’s 53’rd birthday.  I’m going to gather up some of the things I know about just him -separate from me-  so this will always be a place to remember his character and quirks.

He was a sports lover who was medically barred from doing sports.  Baseball was his first love, so he became the statistician for a church team as soon as he was able.  The television was held hostage, spring through fall, to nightime and weekend baseball.  I got caught up on my reading.  He needed his baseball fix so much that when we traveled to Canada he had a small radio with him that was able to catch the WERE signal bouncing off both lakes Erie and Ontario nine hours to the south…so he still caught his games.  He was a real Browns fan…and a dedicated indoor soccer fan when the Force was in Richfield, OH.  They had a moment of silence for him at a game after he died.  I thought it a bit ironic since he was never um, silent, at a Force game.

He collected baseball cards. Not as much as comics but a significant amount.  He wasn’t in it for the special or the valuable, he was in it for the records and roster of his team (The Indians)  and a team he and his sister hated (The Yankees).

He worked with Tony Isabella at Cosmic Comics in the 1970’s for a short  time.

My husband had both a temper and an “I’mright” complex some of the time and this caused enough of a rift there at Cosmic that he was asked not to work there again, but the friendship did continue.   He referred to John Byrne, DC comic writer as “Ego,the living planet.”  I’d hate to think what he’d call Peter David.  (and I *like* Peter David’s work!)

When I first knew him in 1976-77 the spare bedroom in his home was filled to the ceiling with his comic collection.  This also included his homegrown mimeoed “Sun Comics,” that included the adventures of “Mr. Zip.”

He seemed to have three types of comics.

1. “I gotta read this!” current new collections that he bought simply to read and then they eventually became :

2. “I gotta make space,” boxes and boxes he would sell and eventually undersell at local comic stores, at conventions from reserved tables and even out of the trunk of his car.

3. “The collection:  While this could be fluid as well, these were DC singles and series mostly Silver Age, or current (I’m talking late eighties here)  that had some value and/or personal significance.  It only grew, for a long while, and then when he hit college he began to strategically sell it off…it did help pay for a significant amount of his undergraduate and graduate education.  These would be the books sold only at conventions, with attention paid to price guides and competitors tables, and barter, barter, barter, haggle, negotiate etc.  That was one of the things he almost had down to an art form…knowing when the negotiation should end to get the price he was willing to take…the skill served him well at his “day job” at a campus bookstore.  People would come in looking for printer paper and leave with that, plus disks plus ink, plus etc, etc, etc.

He loved science fiction films and movies but never got into reading what I snidely called “real books.”  We met on the compromise ground of graphic novels.  I still wish I’d kept those late eighties “Green Arrow” series.   I also introduced him to the coolness that is a John Williams film score.  He loved them all.  We also had a weekly must, and met on the couch to watch the various incarnations of Star Trek.  He would have loved the new films.

Musically, he stepped away from the evangelical prohibition against rock.  He loved Yes, Rush, Genesis…as well as Clapton…and  when anyone from church would raise eyebrows and question his faith because well, there were comics and rock and roll in the house and Those Were Bad…  He shrugged it off.

He saved the hardcover reading for his schooling and it paid off.  He had a quick mind and a quicker typing speed.  When he went into the ministry he embraced becoming a theological nerd because it asked the same devotion to timeline and character development needed by the true comic fan.

He’d been taught cooking by his mother when she grew tired of waiting dinner on him when he came home late.  It was simple food, but a real relief to come home and have something made already.  Now, if he’d only been as well versed in kitchen cleanup… 🙂

Space and the stars, too.  Watching them on a summer night in the backyard.  Learning their names.  Studying those ships and trips to the moon.  The good side of a sense of childlike wonder about such things.

And he laughed a lot.  To help him deal with what he had to deal with.

That’s who he was, in large part.

So now, there’s a place on the net with his birthday on it, that will tell who he was long after I’m gone.

Happy Birthday, dude.









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