To the man who made me think, my spirit soar and made me broke, wih all those wonderful things in between.
I’m not sure if you’ve ever gotten to a chance to meet Stan Lee or hear him talk, but whatever you may think of Marvel’s current policies or stories or fanboy-ills simply disappear under the man’s enthusiasm and charm. It’s like Grandpa’s here to tell you stories! Hoorah! Young and old, you’d have to be real jaded not the find the Man himself anything more but the heart of your favorite books.
I could sit here and list out all the accomplishments the Man has, how revolutionary he was to the business, how at his tender age he’s as young as he feels, all that good stuff. But instead, I’m going to say what a good friend a man I’ve only seen across a crowded convention hall is.
I’m right behind you, Stan. Here’s to a happy birthday.
