When I was a kid growing up in the 60’s I would often envision the future. It was almost impossible not to. The space race was in full swing with the Russians. All of us looked up to the Mercury 7. Every little boy (and a few of the girls) dreamed of being astronauts.
I had already been planning to go to Comic-Con for all four days after ruefully missing the opportunity to buy tickets in 2009. So, when my boyfriend found out he could get free four-day professional passes, I was thrilled.