When i was a kid, in the late 70’s, i discovered my Dad’s comic stash. A giant (to me) box chock full of funny books. Dumped in with out any care.
I used to stand on a bucket and bend over double across the top edge, stretching my arms and hands down to grasp at pages and covers, pulling books out by skin of their teeth. Rarely did i find a super-hero in that box. My Dad liked DC’s war and horror comics. Joe Kubert drew a lot of those comics.
I learned how to read with those comics, with Joe Kubert. Joe Kubert’s lines were the first i recognized in more than one book. Joe Kubert’s name was the first artist’s name i knew.
30+ years later, i can say that my Dad and Joe Kubert are directly responsible for my love of comics. Directly responsible for over a decade of working in a comic shop. Directly responsible for a second bedroom that has more long boxes than floor. Directly responsible for every artistic aspiration i’ve ever had.
I love my Dad. I love comics. I love Joe Kubert.
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Sept 18, 1926 - Aug 12, 2012