Saturday, May 16th, my nephew and I attended our first comicon, the Midwest Comic Book Association MSP ComicCON at the Minnesota state fair grounds in St. Paul.
We arrived early, despite a drive that looked like this:
We donated food to save money on our wristbands:
Gathered our free swag:
And took it all in:
A month later, I'm still thinking about it.
In a way, the artists and fans at a comicon are "my people." I didn't have to go out to buy an outfit for the day, I already had one. I've published books where a character has superpowers. I haven't read comics widely, but I knew who to write on a raffle ticket that asked for my favorite artists (Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess).
But I have other people. Theater people. Teachers. Cardinals, Cobbers, and Thunder Hawks. Campers. Readers. Wachtlers. Minnesotans. Put me in a group of them, and I'm at home.
