prints for just a little over what you’d pay for one, so again, more art went into my carrying bag. I would add more artists in the coming days.
As the convention wound down for the
day, me and Eric hit the road. It was dinner time and being somewhat addicted to Akai Hanna, I requested a return visit. This time I even opted for trying a Japanese beer called Kirin Light, which I thoroughly enjoyed. During the fun and excitement of the
day, there had been an incident that we only heard about late that afternoon. You know the old saying, it only takes one person to screw up a good thing? A guy had come into the convention, apparently in some sort of cos- tume, but armed to the teeth with actual guns. He was arrested, and told the authori- ties he had planned on “killing police.” In ad- dition, he had a plan to kill one of the actor guests, a guy from the Power Rangers movie. Well sir, that’s all it took for Comicon to change the rules overnight. The next day, there were signs everywhere stating that cos- players (those who dress as various sci-fi and comic characters), would no longer be al- lowed to bring in prop toy weapons. None. Not a blaster, a phaser, a toy sword or even a light saber. Not only that, but every individual would have to pass a rigorous inspection in order to enter the building. Friday morning found the entire con- vention center and the whole area crawling
with cops and security. A huge line formed that wrapped around the building twice, and it was taking folks up to two hours to get up to the checkpoint. All of this in 98-degree heat. I heard one Jedi knight complaining after an hour had passed. He stepped up onto some- thing akin to a soapbox and spoke out in a booming voice. “This is not right! We are going to get together a class action law suit against the Phoenix Comicon and I hope you all will join us.” To this end, a reply came from a humble looking man dressed as his fa- vorite hero, Jesus Christ. “It’s not the Con- vention’s fault,” he said. “This is a police issue now. Had you rather go through this or have some idiot get inside and shoot a bunch of people?” After these words from Jesus, the Jedi, who was very angry he couldn’t bring in his light saber, calmed a bit. But the whole thing put a dark cloud over the remainder of
Ryan Hurst talks about Sons of Anarchy. Eric Wenzel Photo)
the con. Somebody ought to find the gun guy and kick his ass into Neverland. After eventually getting in, we made a
dash to the Ryan Hurst panel, already in progress. I am a fan of Ryan. Loved him in Saving Private Ryan, but really got onboard the Hurst fan wagon with Sons of Anarchy when he played Opie. Subsequent roles on The Outsiders and Bates Motel were equally amazing. He answered a lot of questions about the shows, and one girl told him that she owned the motorcycle he rode on the
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