Letters From The Loft
Stuff From The Desk Of Chuck Thornton
DAY ONE...CONT'D
We left the Convention Center and walked over to
the Gaslight section of downtown San Diego to have a lunch at a place
called… well, I forget, since I was still in the throes of
absent-mindedness. We had a great conversation over burgers. Alan told
me that he had to accept the fact that he was getting older and had to get used
to the recently-manifested symptom of misplacing things. I nodded
understandingly, reassured him that I noticed that the same thing had
started happening to me, although I didn’t mention that for me it
started happening with the onset of puberty.
After Alan left, I went back to the exhibit hall,
browsed the aisles, and snapped a few pictures to give you an idea of
what you’re missing. Some of the pictures aren’t the best quality
because I was late in discovering that I had my camera on the wrong
setting. Darn that Alan and his contagion!
This is just a random crowd shot to give you an idea of the cozy atmosphere:
Here’s a shot of a booth with Ghostbusters merchandise (at Comicon, franchises never die):
And here’s a nearby Ghostbuster…
Obviously, no one was leaving the room till every ghost was busted.