The news of Adam West’s passing hit me harder than expected, and to be honest, I expected it to hit me pretty hard. I have some fairly vivid memories as a three year old watching the show when it was first broadcast in 1966.
I recall one day in the summer of ’66 stopping at a gas station near our home in Northeast Philly, and suddenly without warning, I’ became temporarily immobilized – as if by some villainous, super freezing ray, at the sight of the Batmobile, just the Batmobile. No Batman. No Robin – Just the Batmobile – fueling up next to us. Continue reading “My Memory of Meeting the “Real” Caped Crusaders.”→