A Day at the DC COMICS Offices With My Dad, NEAL ADAMS
KRIS ADAMS’ warm recollections of tagging along with her father in the 1970s… Batman by Neal Adams Absolute Edition: 1967-1970 is out this week and you can find an EXCLUSIVE SNEAK PEEK over here. But in tandem with that, we’re presenting this wonderfully warm reminiscence by Adams’ daughter Kris about what it was like visiting the DC Comics offices as a kid with her Dad in the 1970s. It’s included in the edition in a different format. Enjoy. DAY IN THE OFFICE, With KRIS ADAMS Before “Take Your Daughter to Work Day” became a new thing, my dad (Neal Adams), during the summers, would take me along to the various companies he worked for as a freelance artist. I loved it because it meant a trip into Manhattan. I would ask, “DC?” I always loved going to DC Comics because it was the nicest building and the biggest place we ever went to. 909 Third Ave., National Periodicals, a building an entire block big. It had at least four elevator banks, if not more. When you got off the floor, you were greeted by big glass doora. DC was made up of a long hallway with offices to the right and left-hand sides, and they had the biggest Production room at the very end. My dad would always promise this would be quick. He was just dropping off pages. I knew what that meant. I could judge how long we had to stay by how far down the hall we started. Somehow, everybody knew when he was there. Guys would float through the hallway and say, “Neal, make sure and stop in with me.” “Neal do you have all my pages?” I knew some offices we would stay in longer than others. Murray Boltinoff was always a pretty quick stop. Joe Orlando — Neal would always say hi to Joe. Usually, Joe would get covers from my dad. Then we would head to Julie Schwartz’s office. Now, this could be a deal-breaker, meaning a long or short day. I remember it was a turn to the right. Julie had the biggest office. He shared it at the time with Nelson Bridwell, the man who knew comic, panel, page, and what the balloons said in that panel, by heart. You think I’m kidding. I am not. Julie was always mad...
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