Showing posts from March, 2013

Jean Graham Powell

It's nuts to me how little there is on the interwebs about folks that are 15-20 years gone.  My aunt Jean (technically great aunt, never called her that, though) was with the Washington Star in one capacity or another from the sixties until its doors closed in 1981.  She is unknown to Google, and in this, the week of her 85th birthday, I'm changing that, with a pic of Jean taken by Star staff photographer Ray Lustig in 1968.  She's been dead just over 20 years now, but here she is, on the internet, forever: Jean would take me up the east coast to comic conventions (New York!  Philly!  New York!), she was a total funnybook enabler.  She lived in an apartment building with a 7-11 a flight of stairs away.  A 7-11 with a spinner rack.  Not 20 footsteps from her front door.  I could buy comics IN MY JAMMIES.  Good times, great aunt. Happy birthday, Jean. Update, 3/18/13 Let down by my scant knowledge of Jean's career, I contacted Jean's BFF and fellow Sta