I met Len Wein on Monday, June 29, 1970 in the DC offices. We were introduced in a hallway just outside an office shared by two DC editors — Dick Giordano and Julius Schwartz. Len had just returned from lunch with Dick and I had just returned from lunch with Julie. Len and I became instant friends and remained friends until he passed away in September of 2017 at the age of 69.
69 is way, way too early to go…and I'm not just saying that because I'm 69. Len had way too much living and loving and laughing and writing yet to do. And I can't tell you how many things have happened since September of 2017 that I wish I'd been able to call him and talk about. At times, we were incapable of even looking at each other without laughing, often with no clear concept of what we were laughing about.
Len would have been 73 today. I usually don't note dates like this on this blog because there'd be too many of them…people I wish were still around. But I saw a lot of posts on Facebook about Len today and they got me thinking about him and…well, there you are.