I was seven-years-old when Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer first landed on television. The time was December of 1964. The Beatles had broken big on Ed Sullivan that year and men were circling the Earth. The Toronto Maple Leafs were closing in on their third-straight Stanley Cup win. After 97 years as a nation, Canada was
I was in the Los Angeles area Sunday, heading up the 405, past the smokey, smoldering hillsides of Calabasas and deep into the San Fernando Valley when I heard the news that comic book kingpin Stan Lee had passed away. I was in a shuttle bus with a half-dozen international journalists when — as cell phones