It was Sunday of San Diego Comic Con 2009. All of us were tuckered out, as tends to be the case of the last day of Comic Con. We had gotten little sleep because we had to pack and check out of the hotel. I remember thinking to myself that this year’s SDCC had been successful and fun, the typical immediate nostalgia that occurs at the end of an event. My friends and I decided we’d stroll around the convention floor one last time.
We were in the Artist’s Alley when Dianne tugged at me and said, “Hey, look, it’s Jerry Robinson.” I looked and there he was. I remember he sat there with the most pleasant expression, without airs, and a sweet demeanor. I couldn’t believe it, partially because he is so iconic and important to the comic book genre, and also because I had somehow not seen his name in the program! There he was, sitting humbly.
I jumped in line and soon it was my turn. At first I didn’t quite know what to say to him, I was starstruck. Dianne, as always, had to hold my hand through the situation. She asked if she could take a picture of us. He smiled and said, “Yes!”