When I lived in LA, I met Len through mutual friends and we became friendly. Every couple of months or so, we would go out for lunch or meet up at a movie and hang out. Yes, I was a comic fan, but honestly, I didn’t know the half of who he was or what he’d done (hell, I’m still learning now as I delve deep into comics history for my own research).
What I did know was that he was a hell of a guy. He took the time to hang out with a young punk who thought he knew much more than he did. And even though we hadn’t really seen each other in years, the mark he left on my life is indelible and he will certainly be missed.
Rest easy, my friend. And may they have great delis wherever you’re going. Continue reading