I don’t think that I’ve ever worked with comic writer Peter David. We know each other. We exchange greetings at conventions. Regrettably, I’ve never had a chance to work with Peter David, which is one of the reasons that make this next story so extraordinary.
It had to have been San Diego during Comic Con 1996 when I was having breakfast at a hotel near the convention. It was the first time that I brought my daughter Maggie to the show. She was 10 years old at the time. While Maggie has grown into a comics and “genre” fiction enthusiast and loves to go to San Diego Con, she didn’t really enjoy her first one that much. I’d always bragged how much fun I had at the show. This particular year, my wife and daughter decided to come with me … and frankly it was a little overwhelming. Continue reading