It’s not every day you come face-to-face with a pop culture icon.
My encounter with one came on a Saturday afternoon on the west side of Manhattan, in a large room hidden away in the bowels of the Jacob Javits Convention Center.
It was the New York Comic Con, the unappreciated stepchild of the more publicized San Diego Comic Con. The Con has grown over the years, and if this day was any indication, the attendance was through the roof. By 2 p.m. the joint was hopping. There were hundreds of people both inside and out.
