Several of you have asked me to keep you in the loop as I make the leap from getting my TV from cable and I venture into the jungle of streaming services. It's a jungle because there sure are a lot of them offering pretty much the same services, just gift-wrapped in different ways. Fortunately, unlike some cable arrangements I've had, almost all the streaming services offer seven-day free trials and then if they hook you, it's "No contract, cancel any time." So if I don't like one, it's no big deal to dump it and try another.

I've had to cope with the working assumption by most providers that what I'm most interested in is sports, sports, sports, sports, sports, sports, sports, sports and, of course, more sports. One of them — I forget which one — offered me the chance to watch fifteen major sporting events at the same time, which is of course the way most people enjoy watching athletic competitions. I had this vision of making one wall of my home look like one of those Sports Books in Las Vegas with dozens of screens all going at the same time so you can watch yourself lose money on six baseball games, three football contests, a couple of basketball competitions, a horse race or two and maybe somewhere in the world, two guys playing a sudden death croquet tournament.

Years ago when I dumped DirecTV, I received a series of phone calls from some sort of retention "We desperately want you back" department. Some of the callers, I sensed, were working some sort of phone lists on commission — they got paid only if they got me to sign up for two more years of DirecTV and so were authorized to offer me special deals to return.

All of those offers involved more sports channels for my money and when I said, "Thanks but I have zero interest in watching sports on TV," I could hear the looks of shock on their faces even when those faces were far off in the Philippines. It's the face you'd make if you offered someone better ventilation and they said, "Thanks but I don't require oxygen."

It's also the face I see in restaurants when they screw up our order and the server or manager says, "We're sorry and we'd like to offer you a free dessert." When you decline, they wonder if they should call the paramedics. A waiter once tried to convince me that there are no calories in a dessert if you don't pay for it.

So I have to wade through these companies that think I'm yearning to watch lacrosse all day and all night. I also have to keep reminding myself that getting eighty-seven zillion channels is no big deal when I'm only going to wind up watching about eleven of them ever. They used to say "He who dies with the most toys wins." These days, it seems to be "He who dies with the most channels in his packages wins."

That's no irresistible deal — just more you have to scroll through to get to the ones you want It's especially annoying when the list includes the 24/7 Hopscotch Channel, the Watching Paint Dry Channel, the All-Britney Spears Movie Channel (where they just rerun Crossroad over and over), the Weather-in-Botswana Network (unless you live in Botswana), the Snail Racing Channel, the Cummerbund Fashion Show Network or Newsmax.

At the moment, I'm subscribed to the streaming service that YouTube offers plus I added on Max (the channel formerly known as HBO Max) and Frndly TV. This may change before the next post on this blog so stay tuned as I stay tuned.

Today's Person I'm Glad I'm Not is Former Trump Organization chief financial officer Allen Weisselberg.

Wide awake again. I think I'll post this video link, then spend some time answering e-mails.

It's been a while since I had a version of "Bohemian Rhapsody" on this blog. Here's my pal Jim Meskimen doing about 6% of all the celebrity impressions he does…

Every so often, I have one of these nights: Can't sleep, can't not sleep. My brain is thinking about anything and everything, processing it all like a blender being spun in a series of quick pulses. Meanwhile, the rest of me is trying to drag me back into bed…a place from which I have arisen three times since I thought I was turning in for the night. And so here I sit at my computer, trapped at the intersection of Good Night and Good Morning. That's where I'll often find me these days.

I just decided to plunge into my "Ask ME" e-mailbox and pick out a question to answer. This is from Andy Cavaliere…

Your recent series on Frank Robbins raised a question for me. I've always wondered about how differently DC handled its two big properties circa 1971. You and others have gone into great detail about how finicky Sol Harrison was about Jack's Superman faces. But then here, right around the same time, Julie Schwartz seemingly had the latitude to bring in Frank Robbins to draw Batman, with a style very different from the prevailing look for the character.

I know Superman was still the crown jewel at the time, but you'd think Batman would be treated similarly, especially just a few years removed from being a pop culture phenomenon. I suppose we're fortunate that Harrison didn't have Neal Adams redraw Frank's Batman faces. Was it just as simple as the fact that Batman wore a mask, so it wasn't seen as a big deal? Or was DC's production team just being capricious?

Well, first off, it wasn't Sol Harrison…or to be more accurate, it wasn't just Sol Harrison. As the head of production at DC, he had very definite ideas about what a comic book should look like but he didn't have the power you ascribe to him. If Sol had been in charge, Jack Kirby — or anyone who drew like him — would never have gotten in the door. There were folks there who couldn't see anything good about the sixties Marvel line. It was kind of like how today, so many Republicans can't admit when a Democrat does anything good and most Democrats are same when Republicans make things better.

But Sol's antipathy to the way Jack drew dated back to way before Marvel was a threat to DC. Sol didn't like Jack's art on Challengers of the Unknown in 1957. The decision to homogenize Jack's drawings of Superman and Jimmy Olsen was made by many who didn't like the idea of their "crown jewel" looking like he was in one of those crappy Marvel comics. This was not a problem when Frank Robbins drew Batman. Frank Robbins was not (then) a Marvel artist.

And by the way: I suspect the decision to have Frank Robbins draw a few Batman stories was made by Carmine Infantino, who was supervising the editors then. At the very least, it was approved by him. Having argued that I think too many folks blame a miscast artist when he's doing his best on a book he shouldn't be doing — they should be blaming the editor who made the assignment — I shall now point out the following: I think too often they blame editors for decisions that were made by a person with the title of Publisher or Editorial Director. Or they could even be higher-up in the company.

Thanks for your question, Andy. I seem to have put myself in the mood to doze by writing out that reply. I hope I didn't put anybody else to sleep. If you spot any typos, I'll fix 'em in the morning. G'night, I hope.

I have a suitcase that I took with me to Comic-Con in San Diego last July and have not unpacked. Nonetheless, it is time for those who will need to procure badges to attend next year's Comic-Con International to start thinking about this. The convention next year will be July 25-28, 2024 at — where else? — the San Diego Convention Center. Preview Night will be July 24 and all of the parking spaces for the convention are already sold out.

No, I'm kidding about the parking spaces. Or maybe I'm just about 280 days early. Either way, I'm not kidding when I tell you that Returning Registration will take place on Saturday, November 4. Returning Registration is for those who purchased a badge for this past Comic-Con and didn't request a refund. At a later date, there will be a sale called Open Registration in which anyone, returnee or not, can compete to purchase badges.

Details of all this can be found on this page where they'll first tell you that you have to a valid Comic-Con Member ID. By the way, there is no truth to the rumor that my Comic-Con Member ID number is #1.

If any of what's over there seems confusing, you might get straightened out by visiting our friends at The San Diego Comic-Con Unofficial Blog. They are, as they boast, unofficial but they sure know a lot about how Comic-Con works. Keep an eye on their site and the official site for the latest news. Don't count on me to bring it to you.

Negotiations to end the SAG-AFTRA strike seem to have hit an impasse. I don't know anything about it other than in a situation like this, one should not listen to rumors. The irresistible forces on one side have clashed with the immovable objects on the other with regard to at least one issue — probably one that is actor-specific and wasn't addressed in the new Writers Guild contract. Eventually one side or maybe both will budge. Often, one side walking away from the bargaining table for a little while is a calculated move to intimidate the other side. They'll be back.

Today's Person I'm Glad I'm Not is Senator Robert Menendez.

I am now totally liberated from the company that for many years was giving me cable service and mucho grief. I even yanked some of their wiring out myself. I've been checking out various streaming services and I'll report here when I settle on one. If there wasn't a channel on Pluto — the app, not the planet or Mickey Mouse's dog — that runs Garfield and Friends 24/7, I'd be joking here that I want to find a service that streams Garfield & Friends 24/7. But they all do because they all carry Pluto — the app, not the planet or Mickey Mouse's dog.

Lastly for now: Someone asked me, by the way, if I get paid for all those shows I worked on being rerun endlessly on streaming services. The answer is yes and I'm thinking of taking all the money they'll pay me this year and treating myself to a Five Guys burger and fries. That would, of course, be the little Five Guys burger and the small-size fries but I can help myself to all the free peanuts I like. And right there, you see one of the reasons the WGA and the actors went on strike.

This will be short because I really didn't know Keith Giffen. Met him once up at DC…chatted briefly at some convention…no real connection. Seeing messages this evening online from those who knew and loved the guy, I guess I missed out on some encounters I would have enjoyed. I did enjoy that he was one of those "you never know what he'll do next" type of creative talents. But you can find all that out just by reading most of the work he left us…work that is already being reprinted for a new generation.

If you came here thinking you'd hear all about the guy, I apologize. But if you search around on the online comic book forums, you'll find plenty about him. I think I'll go read some of those messages myself. He's already sadly missed.

There are Republicans in office in this country I respect but Senator Tommy Tuberville from Alabama is not one of them. I have the feeling that even some of the people who vote for him don't particularly respect him. A lot of politics these days strikes me as Republicans who think the world as we know it will come to an end if a Democrat is elected versus Democrats who think the same thing about Republicans.

So they vote not for the person who seems to be the smartest or the most honest or even the one who'll do the most for them. They vote for the person of their party who's most likely to win and keep the office in question away from the other party. They might prefer a different person in their party or even, on rare occasions, someone not in their party…but they vote for the person most likely to win. It's why Donald Trump won't lose certain supporters even if he's convicted of every count in every indictment and meanwhile, video surveillance footage turns up of him molesting E. Jean Carroll.

Senator Tuberville has lately been blocking military promotions even though senior military officials say he's damaging our forces. He's also done lots of things that his colleagues on the "R" side of the aisle would consider treasonous if they were done by a Democrat… things that some of us think are wrong when done by someone in either party. He also seems to think it's hilarious — and indicative of being unfit to serve, those times when Joe Biden has fallen down.

Sen. Tommy Tuberville, R-Al., has been metaphorically summoned by the karma police after a clip of him falling down some airplane stairs calls to memory the many times he mocked President Biden for his own ambulatory accidents. Tuberville's tumble took place on Wednesday while exiting the aircraft, at which point he appears to have lost his footing, causing him to slide down quite a distance, losing his grip on the luggage he'd been grasping in each hand as he made his way down.

As Newsweek points out in their coverage of this clip, Tuberville yucked it up with reporters back in July over Biden experiencing a similar difficulty, saying, "You watch Joe Biden over in Europe. I mean, I'm afraid he's going to fall down every time I turn on television."

And the article from which I'm quoting (this one) and others online say that Democrats are having a merry time of it mocking Tuberville. You want to know what I think?

No, you probably don't but this is my blog so if you don't want to know what I think, you shouldn't be reading this. What I think is that a person — especially an older person falling down is not funny and I have a really, really low opinion of someone who would laugh at that kind of thing. People die from falls…or sustain injuries that plague them for the rest of their lives. And yes, I'm 71 years old (mostly around the knees) so I have a self-interest there but I've felt this way since my age was in single digit. I never thought there was a scintilla of humor in someone injuring themselves for real.

And before someone makes the inevitable comment: Yes, I love movies starring people like Laurel & Hardy, Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd, dozens of others not in their class like The Three Stooges. Yes, I love It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World and many other movies and TV shows in which people fall down. That's different. That's a movie. That's not real. When you see someone murdered in a movie, you don't have the same reaction you'd have if you saw someone being murdered in real life. At least for your sake, I hope you don't.

But I can remember a number of times over the years when I was present when someone fell and I was horrified by the reaction of some onlookers. When I was about twenty-two, I was dating a lady who somehow had a knack for being present when someone injured themselves…and it was a good thing she was. She was a Physical Education instructor at a junior college but she'd received extensive trading in First Aid. At times, I felt like I was out with a paramedic.

One night we were in Westwood Village and an older woman — about the age I am now — was walking down four steps in front of the old Hungry Tiger restaurant. We didn't see what caused it but we heard a scream and turned to see her hit the bricks (it was all bricks) having fallen down hard. Three seconds later, I was running towards her to help and my lady friend was three seconds ahead of me.

I very vividly remember that scream. And I remember the sound of laughter…people laughing at that poor lady. I still don't understand why that was funny to anyone.

Not everyone laughed. A lot of people tried to help. My lady friend took my handkerchief and used it to try and stop some bleeding. Someone announced, "I'll call an ambulance" and headed off to do so with others asking, "Do you need change?" No cell phones in those days…just pay phones. My job suddenly was to keep people back. A lot of folks wanted to crowd in and look and some, for a reason I will never understand, to laugh. My lady friend and I took command of the situation until an ambulance pulled up — we were about four blocks from U.C.L.A. Medical Center — and the professionals could take over.

Two or three dates later, almost the exact same thing happened outside the Ahmanson Theater downtown: A woman about the same age. A few steps she couldn't navigate. People laughing. I think some of those who saw it happen even applauded like it was done for their amusement. The same lady friend rushed to help her out. She was with me other times when similar things happened. Both us us were really thrown by the laughing and I think I turned to one of them who was amused to be looking at a 70+ year old woman who might have just broken her leg. I think I said, "There's no point in you standing there. She's not going to do an encore for your amusement!"

I didn't understand it then. I don't understand it now. Yeah, there's a little karma in Tommy Tuberville taking a spill…but funny? Not in the least, no matter who did it.

Here's the second episode of Turn-On. That is to say this is what would have aired the second week if the show hadn't been cancelled during its first week — by some accounts, cancelled on the East Coast while it still airing on the West Coast…

Chris Powe writes…

I briefly accumulated comics, including recent back issues I ran across at a cool general store in Wichita Falls, back in the early 60s. I read my DC favorites from cover to cover. DC used to send original art to their letter writers that were published. Do you remember that? Another thing I seem to recall reading is that sometimes a cover would be drawn and then a story written for it. That seemed reasonable at the time to fourteen year old me, but now…

Yep, some editors at DC used to mail original art to readers who had letters printed in their comics…and wasn't just those editors who announced on the pages that they were doing this. I had a couple of letters published in The Inferior Five, which was edited by Jack Miller and he sent me a couple of original pages from that comic without announcing it.

One was from the second Showcase issue of that property in which the art was credited to Joe Orlando and Mike Esposito. I had that page on the wall of my bedroom for about a year until one day I looked at it and realized it wasn't drawn by Joe Orlando. All or most of it was ghost-penciled by Jerry Grandenetti. Grandenetti ghosted a lot of work at DC, Western and Warren that was credited to Orlando.

And I didn't have any letters published in Strange Adventures when it was featuring Deadman drawn by Neal Adams but Mr. Miller, shortly before he left DC, sent me a couple of those pages as a thank-you for a short correspondence we had and to apologize that he wouldn't be able to give me a script assignment he said he was going to give me.

And yes, covers were sometimes drawn before there was a script. Before the advent of the Direct Sales Market, there was a stronger belief — very strong with some editors and publishers — that the cover of a comic was the single-most important selling tool. They believed almost all readers were casual readers, not collectors. They felt most folks who bought comics bought them as an impulse buy. They'd look at the rack and purchase whatever looked interesting, often because of the situation depicted.

Many an editor, after struggling to find a great cover scene in a story that was already written and maybe already drawn, decided it might be easier to do it the other way around: Design what seemed to be a "grabber" of a cover and then have a writer write a story to go with it. Often, the person in charge had some idea that certain elements on a cover — like gorillas or fire or the Earth blowing up — boosted sales. It was easier to get one or more of those elements on a cover if you started there.

Sometimes also, the needs of the engravers and printers necessitated the cover going to press way before the insides. (Some folks seem to believe that was always the case. Not so. Just sometimes.) And there was a period at Marvel when getting Jack Kirby to draw a cover before the insides of the comic were written or drawn was a way to get him to design a new character or come up with a plot idea. There were lots of reasons. I've illustrated this answer with the covers of some comics that were known to have been drawn before the story was written…but it didn't happen all the time.

In 1969, a new comedy series debuted on ABC called Turn-On. Produced by George Schlatter, who was also the producer of Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In, Turn-On promised to take comedy, as Laugh-In had, to new places…and for one episode, it did. Here is Mr. Schlatter himself telling you his version of what happened. There are other versions but here's his and here's the first episode. Tomorrow in this space, I'll post Show #2…

The digital video recorder known as TiVo was introduced in 1999 and as far as I was concerned, it was the greatest scientific breakthrough since Ben Franklin flew his kite in the rain. I immediately bought a Series 1 (or whatever they called it) and for about six months, I was the only person I knew who'd ever heard of such a thing. I demonstrated it for every friend who came by and every friend who came by asked, "Where do I get one?"

I loved my TiVo and all the many models of TiVo I have owned since. I still love TiVo but sometimes, you have to say goodbye to people or things that you love.

These days, most people have DVRs of some sort but few of them have TiVos. TiVo is still around and selling TiVos, this despite decades of predictions that the company would soon disappear. Such rumors began when most outifts that brought cable or satellite TV to your home introduced their own proprietary DVRs and supplied them to you free with your subscription.  There's no doubt that TiVo's existence was threatened by these offerings.

But TiVo is still here, despite all forecasts of its demise. This, I would attribute to the fact that TiVos are smartly designed by smart people whereas the DVRs designed by others are designed by utter morons with the collective I.Q. of an earthworm. Or maybe it just felt that way the times I tried them.

I have had several different companies provide me with my TV signal over the last few decades. Beginning well before the turn of the century, whenever I had a problem with one — no picture, bad picture, missing channels, etc. — the first thing the TV provider would say I had to do was to junk my TiVos and install their DVRs. One technician who came out to fix things here took it upon himself to uninstall my TiVo and, install his company's DVR when I wasn't looking. "I've upgraded you," he proudly announced. I made him put things back the way he found them and then actually fix the problem.

I forget which company he was from. I do recall that when I had DirecTV — the satellite version — one of their guys told me I had to install their DVR because TiVo was going out of business. He knew this because he'd read an article in an industry journal or something…anyway, it was a lie. That was many decades ago, TiVo is still here and that man is currently an anchor on Newsmax. Most likely.

For the last decade or so, I've been a subscriber to a cable/Internet/phone system which shall remain unidentified in this post. Let's just say its name reminds you of autism. Through those years, I've spent way too much of my life on the phone to their Tech people and sometimes their Billing people…and sometimes, I can't reach either because of an Artificial Intelligence Phone Operator Voice that drops my calls, routes me to the wrong divisions, nags me to buy services I don't want or already have and/or leaves me on "hold" for what feels like hours at a time.

In one of my favorite movies, Billy Wilder's Ace in the Hole, there's a scene with a man who is trapped in a hillside cavern for many long days and nights. Workers are attempting to reach him with a powerful drill that pounds away at the rocks above him…and after days and days of hearing that pounding sound, over and over and over and over, he decides he can take it no longer. He would rather die than listen to that pounding for a minute longer.

That's kind of how I feel about listening to this company's "hold" music.

I took my Internet service to another provider and got a faster, better, more reliable connection for a better price. I took my phone service away from them and am happier now, as well. I was down to just getting my TV service from them but last week, I could not get the HBO I've been paying for and this is like the eighth time it's happened. Their tech folks are usually very nice and very competent when you can talk to one and they usually tell me they can't solve the problem unless I scrap my TiVo and use their DVR.

The way it's gone in the past is like this: I tell them I want to keep my TiVo and if we can't fix it, I'll cancel my service with their company. They then find a way to fix it. Then half the time two days later, UPS delivers me a box containing one of this cable company's DVRs that I did not request. Once or twice, I've given it a try. I've installed their device, played with it, decided my TiVo was much better, uninstalled their DVR and put it back in its box and had my assistant take it back to their store while I reconnected my beloved TiVo.

I shouldn't have to do this every time I want to watch or record John Oliver.

This last time, I spent around twenty minutes on the phone with a smart, affable tech guy discussing the problem. This time, he couldn't solve it and was just offering to send out a technician when suddenly, a different male voice said, "To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?" The crackerjack phone service at the company from which I used to get my phone service had cut off the discussion-in-progress and connected me to a different guy in their tech division.

He had no idea how to get me back to the first guy and no notes from the call. He wanted me to start over with him but instead I asked him, "Please connect me to whoever I have to talk to in order to cancel my service. He said, "Really? According to my computer here, you've been with us for 41 years." Actually, I signed up with another company for Internet 41 years ago and when they went out of business, they passed me to another company.

And when that company went out of business, they passed me to another company. And when that company went out of business, they passed me to another company.  And when that company went out of business, they passed me to another company.  And I'm not sure how many more there were before I arrived at this company, nor can I imagine where they'd connect me if I'd stayed when as, when seems inevitable, they get out of the cable/TV/phone service and become a business that sprays your yard for mosquitoes…or something else they're more qualified to do.  I made four instant decisions…

• Even if they could get my HBO working again — even if they'd refund me for all the weeks I was paying for it and couldn't watch it, which is something they told me they simply couldn't do — I couldn't deal with them any longer and…
• Even if I could still use my Tivo with them, there will soon come a day when I can't…
• And I don't know where to turn for a provider who can provide me a TV signal for my TiVo and so…
• Maybe it's time to abandon my TiVo and investigate streaming systems.

So that's what I'm doing now. I've severed all dealings with the cable company and am doing seven-day free trials of companies that will give me television programming and other goodies over my high-speed Internet.  I shall use their DVR-in-the-cloud feature and learn to adapt.  Please do not send me suggestions for streaming services or roof antennas or how to reconnect my TiVo somewhere it will do me good.  I have to do this for myself.  Mankind has survived for its entire existence by learning to adapt and I can do this.  I think.

I've received a lot more mail about the time period of this video of old New York. You may remember that reader Peter Cunningham said that the footage had to be from different years because in one shot, the Empire State Building didn't have its giant broadcasting antenna and in another, it did. A number of folks — including Peter Cunningham — wrote to say that in one of those shots, he had mistaken the Chrysler Building for the Empire State.

Bill Lentz noted that the original film — before it was colorized and had faux audio added — was identified as being from 1948. And my longtime buddy Joe Brancatelli, who knows New York like nobody I know, noticed this…

I can add some more specificity. At the 13:18 mark, you have a shot of Times Square at night. You see the Astor Theater in the left foreground and right next to it a marquee advertising Berlin Express. That's the Victoria Theater. Berlin Express opened there on May 20, 1948, according to The New York Times review.

So I'm declaring the matter settled: The film was shot in mid-1948. End of discussion.

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Turning to a topic that actually matters: Like all of you, I'm quietly — or maybe not so quietly — horrified by the latest in the never-ending series of Israeli-Palestinian wars. I have nothing to say about it that's worth even the low value of a blog post. If you forced me to say something, I'd probably say what Kevin Drum had to say about it…

Israel's enemies have launched war after war over the past 50 years and they've been crushed Every. Single. Time. The result has been uniformly disastrous: settlements, walls, blockades, checkpoints, and massive oppression of Israeli Arabs. You don't have to approve of any of this to recognize that it's the easily foreseeable response of a nation under siege. The same thing will happen this time. Thousands of Palestinians will die and Israeli retaliation will make the rest worse off than before.

And now I'll shut up about it because I have nothing to add.

Yesterday, I received my contributor's copies of Comics For Ukraine, a magnificent benefit book that is raising funds to aid refugees displaced and/or harmed by the current military actions going on in that part of the world. It was the brainchild of my pal Scott Dunbier and he assembled a list of participants so impressive that most people can even overlook that I am one of them. Here's that list…

Alex Ross, Arthur Adams, Dave Johnson, Brent Anderson, Sergio Aragonés, June Brigman, Kurt Busiek, Howard Chaykin, Michael Cherkas, Colleen Doran, Emil Ferris, Pia Guerra, Rob Guillory, Larry Hancock, Greg Hildebrant, Dave Johnson, Joe Jusko, Peter Kuper, John Layman, Joseph Michael Linsner, Gabriel Rodriguez, Alex Ross, Stan Sakai, Liam Sharp, Bill Sienkiewicz, Louise Simonson, Walter Simonson, Jill Thompson, Billy Tucci, Matt Wagner, Mark Waid, Yours Truly and more.

Sergio and I — with the graciously also-donated lettering of Stan Sakai and coloring of Tom Luth — produced a new, 8-page Groo story which is appearing nowhere else.  (Well, let me amend that a bit: Nowhere else for the foreseeable future.  I can't promise it won't be reprinted somewhere decades from now.)

A few copies of this handsome volume were available at Comic-Con last July and were snatched up immediately.  The bulk of the advance orders are now being delivered and if you arranged for one, you're going to be very happy with your purchase.  If you didn't order one and you want to, that's not possible right this minute but I should have a link for you in a couple of weeks.

To repeat something I said before here: One of the many reasons I'm excited about the project is that every cent of profit is being placed in the capable hands of my favorite charity, Operation USA, to direct to the points where it'll do the most good. You may have seen me write about Operation USA on this site and a little ad for it has always been in my right-hand margin here. It's the main place I send my money when I want to see it help people in need and I would remind you that you don't have to just buy the book to get funds to them. You can send them whatever you can spare right this minute. Here — I'll even give you a nice, clickable banner…

This will interest many of you but especially my pal Anthony Tollin. It's a 1974 episode of the game show To Tell the Truth and the first segment features the prolific author Walter Gibson. Gibson was a frighteningly-prolific author who among his many credits authored several hundred novel-length stories for the pulp magazine market of The Shadow, a character he largely created. He also wrote comic books for most of the major comic book publishers of the forties and fifties and of The Shadow and he wrote over a hundred books on magic and the supernatural and…

Well, there wasn't much that a writer could write during his lifetime that Walter Gibson didn't write. See if you can figure out which of three men was the real Walter Gibson and I'm sorry about the oddly-inserted commercial interruptions in this video…