It occurs to me this might sound like behind the scenes, Superman is a real sausage party. Nothing of the sort. Get your mind out of the sausage gutter.
Ty the Guy OUT!
Someday, I’ll share you with you, how I became an “brother of the Fraternity of the Sausage” with Neal Adams and Scott Hampton, both of whom have contributed their own links to the wonder of Superman.
It happened in Paris, many years ago.
I’m still haunted by it.