Remembering George A. Romero by Eileen Dietz
Steve Barton
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I always affectionately, called George the friendly Giant. He was my friend and always had a smile for me as I hugged him on my very tiptoes.
At a Florida Con once, we watched King Kong, the one before this last one, and we hated it so much that when each looooog event took place, we would drink and drink and drink and got so soused we could hardly stand and laughed and giggled all the way through it.
He always had a Bloody Mary, how appropriate, waiting for me at every bar table at every show. The last time I saw him, I was at Mad Monster, my table between his and Malcolm’s. I watched with delight and a little concern as the long, long lines crawled towards him and he treated each fan like they were the only one in the room I weep as I say “bye, bye my friend.”
– Eileen Dietz
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