![]() ![]() and headed straight for the same parking garage as last time, curiously deserted in the morning. We arrived in downtown Cinci shortly before 9 a.m. (Remember, we’re that couple who once drove two hours for one of the worst cons of the year.) This trip was no exception, even allowing for road construction along the way. The two-hour drive from Indianapolis to Cincinnati is no big deal to us. That’s how Cincinnati Comic Expo, having passed all three qualifiers with flying colors, beckoned to us for a second year. And it’s hardest when we’re talking about shows we’ve done and loved before. It’s harder to resist when showrunners actually invite guests we’re excited to meet. But the temptation is hard to resist when so many cons keep popping up within a manageable driving distance for us, based on the road-trip skill set we’ve developed over the past nineteen years. Anne and I agree and keep telling each other we need to cut back on conventions, if for no other reason than to have more time for all the other aspects and responsibilities in our lives. We keep expecting the Midwest convention boom that ignited for us in 2015 will eventually fizzle out, but it hasn’t happened yet. ![]() The tone and implication vary by speaker. “Boy, you guys sure do a lot of cons!” is a thing we keep hearing lately from family and friends who’ve noticed how our 2017 has been going. The guest list seemed a little thinner, particularly in the comics department, but we had such a great time last year that we agreed an encore was in order. Saturday morning my wife Anne and I drove two hours southeast of Indianapolis to attend the eighth annual Cincinnati Comic Expo in the heart of their downtown that’s not so different from ours. Lesson learned: sometimes we all have to be reminded that we are in fact not Batman.
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