The Fourth of January

January 4th, 1988 was a Monday, and my first day as an intern at Marvel Comics. (My desk next to Mark Chiarello came with a typewriter, and there was a Wang word processor right behind me, which the whole department shared.)

Today is the 31st anniversary of my life in comics, but it's also the 18th anniversary of the day I caught a train at Penn Station, ultimately disembarking in Los Angeles to take a freighter from Long Beach to Melbourne, to begin my year-long solo trip around the world.

Pretty sure my other January 4ths have been less eventful. I don't anticipate today being something I'll talk about moving forward, but you never know.