Stan Lee and Nan Klee

stanlee3“Wow, Stan Lee remembering you is a claim to fame! And as long as you did better meeting your favorite author than I did mine (I mumbled for a bit then blushed and ran away!!!) then I’m sure that story will be interesting for readers.  : )  ”

     Liberty Gilmore

 

 

Can you picture the great hall that convened the Republican National Convention in San Diego in the late 90s? It is one Big room.

sandiegoconventioncenterOne afternoon my former husband, Douglas, and I stood in THAT massive room, which was now the San Diego Comic Con’s trading and sales floor. This was my first ComicCon. Doug had attended every Con since his mom let him ride public transportation when he was a kid. This was all new to me.

I was looking in a showcase of original Mike Biasi statuary when Douglas nudged me and pointed over my head, behind me.

“See that man over there in the white jacket?” He whispered. “That’s Stan Lee.”sdcc-07-stan-lee-gets-marvel-legends-action-figure-20070730115609461

Straightening, I spun and gawked.

There he was: The Great Stan Lee!  My hero! A Founding Father of my comic book world! The man who had a cameo in every Marvel comic film (except one).

Stan the Man Lee and his comic company had shown me as a child that reading brought adventure. I had loved the action/adventure genre ever since. He had inspired the many Spider Man and Man from U.N.C.L E. stories I had written as a child.

“Be right back,” I muttered to my spouse, as my feet got me moving and in 20 feet I was standing a respectful distance for the thin, gray haired celebrity, who was concluding business with some Suit.

Mister Lee glanced at me as the other man went away, and then he smiled at me. Stan’s fans know that twinkle-in-his-eye smile. I was a slim fangirl in my forties, a young woman to him.

“Can I help you?” he asked in a good-humored tone.

“It’s all your goddamned fault,” I replied strongly as I grinned like an idiot.

“Excuse me?” was Stan Lee’s response as he looked around the hall, concerned and confused.

“I started reading your comics when I was 8 years old.” The words spewed out of my mouth.  “And now I am not only qualified to but I do  teach Shakespeare.”

Stan Lee focused on me, amused and speechless. He started to grin.

Much to my dismay I finished up with “And it’s all you’re goddamned fault.”

And Stan Lee kissed me.

 

Fast forward five years. 

Alone, I systematically worked my way through the same massive San Diego Comic Con’s trading and sales floor. At the wide end of a long, long aisle, I discovered that Stan Lee was signing autographs and pictures, and the line of waiting fans snaked around and into the next aisle. 

Not a collector, I made my way around the turmoil, until I was parallel to Mister Lee’s table which was ringed by fans and a few security jacks.

Finding a spot to stand above the crowd, I drew a deep breath, and shouted in my big-crowd-voice:  “GOD. BLESS. STAN. LEE!”

Stan the Man looked up from his signings, caught my eyes, grinned, and then yelled back.  “Hey! Hello!  I know you!  You teach Shakespeare.”

 

About Nan Klee

Nan Klee’s resume as a writer includes eight years as a weekly newspaper columnist, while she worked as a freelance writer, editor, reporter, photographer, and technical writer. She used her knowledge of Navy flight simulators, computer network training, and technical savvy to become a computer technician while working toward a Master’s degree in Writing and Rhetoric at San Diego State University. For many years, she worked as a technical editor and writer for Department of Defense contracting corporations that design and build combat aircraft and warships for our US military. Nan has written professionally for San Diego’s North County Times and a monthly column entitled Cranial Soup, for StellaNova Magazine, and has had a few poems and short stories published. As a kid, Nan Klee grew up on the South Side of Chicago, and later lived in Southern California for 37 years. Today, Nan lives in Eastern Tennessee with her kayak and her 4 computers.

About Nan Klee

Nan Klee’s resume as a writer includes eight years as a weekly newspaper columnist, while she worked as a freelance writer, editor, reporter, photographer, and technical writer. She used her knowledge of Navy flight simulators, computer network training, and technical savvy to become a computer technician while working toward a Master’s degree in Writing and Rhetoric at San Diego State University. For many years, she worked as a technical editor and writer for Department of Defense contracting corporations that design and build combat aircraft and warships for our US military. Nan has written professionally for San Diego’s North County Times and a monthly column entitled Cranial Soup, for StellaNova Magazine, and has had a few poems and short stories published. As a kid, Nan Klee grew up on the South Side of Chicago, and later lived in Southern California for 37 years. Today, Nan lives in Eastern Tennessee with her kayak and her 4 computers.