I got the opportunity to table at Short Run Seattle this last weekend on Halloween. I always hoped that making comics would give me more reason to travel. I had never been to Seattle, but I’ve always understood the place as a station for comics creators. That certainly proved true from all the great material I saw at the convention.
The biggest problem was that the show was only one day and the only time I could bring myself to leave my table for more than five minutes at a time was in the last hour of the show. I ran around like a fiend desperately looking for his next fix trading copies of Esoteric Dialogue for the coolest comics I could find.
I also managed to stumble upon a dusty antiques shop underneath the Pike Place Market full of strange oddities like this 1962 issue of Masonic Quarterly that is brimming with free market economic philosophy and old ads about the Space Needle.