One of the last things air travelers will see when they go out of Denver Airport will be a twenty-six-foot statue of Anubis, the Egyptian god of Embalming and the afterlife.
What, Osiris, the god of death, wanted too much money for the recreation rights?
They couldn’t use Ra, the sun god? Or even Nut, the god of the sky? (“Denver: We’re Nuts for Flying.”)
PAD
Originally published April 2, 1993, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1011
The casting office was fairly small. Black-and-white glossies of hundreds of actors lined the walls and the floor, a permanent smiling audience.
The actor who had entered was a little taller than I was, and quite a bit slimmer. He was dressed in crisp black slacks and a black shirt buttoned to the neck. He had curly hair, a beard, and a face that was rugged, if not classically handsome. The casting director turned to me as the actor stuck out his hand to shake mine firmly. “Peter David,” said the director, “this is Ron Perlman. He’ll be reading for the part of Caliban. Ron, Peter here is the writer.”
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