Birthday greetings to Stan Lee..whose life I saved two weeks ago — on December 13th, to be exact — when I didn't run over him on Roxbury Drive in Beverly Hills.
That's right, Stan. You were wearing an orange sweater, walking along with some guy in a suit. The signal at the corner was flashing DON'T WALK but you stepped off the curb anyway and didn't even notice as a dark green Lexus screeched to a halt. That was me driving. (Can you imagine the headlines? "Jack Kirby's former assistant runs over Stan Lee." Or maybe "Stan Lee fatally injured by former Vice-President of Stan Lee Media." Oh. my God.)
This would have been a double tragedy. I'd be in jail and we'd have lost a very witty, charming giant in the field of comic books and fantasy…a man who is much admired and loved.
So happy birthday, Stan. I'm so glad I didn't kill you.