Among the places of interest to visit in the Delaware capital was Spence's Bazaar, a combination Amish food mart, flea market, and garage sale. Among the regular vendors is a gent named Woody, who has a fairly large comics and collectibles booth.
While flipping through one of his boxes, I came across a bag with four issues of 'Mazing Man for a dollar. It might be considered a blow to my ego to find books I wrote going for such a small amount, but, hey, I can always use a few more copies as giveaways. When I showed the bag to Woody, he said, "Ah, 'Mazing Man -- I loved that book."
I replied, "I wrote that book."
It took Woody a moment to realize what I was telling him, but then he said, "No charge for the books."
"Well, then," I said, opening the bag, "let me sign one of them and give it back to you."
Which I did.
|Woody, 'Mazing Man, and yours truly|