I just hope that Bob Murch is not ACTUALLY the King of Albania, and our conversations about old magazines and casting things in resin and all that sort of thing have made me miss out on his Royal Highness-ness!
Bob story. Last year he was moving to BC, and asked me if I wanted some old fantasy figures he'd had for years. He didn't want to drag them to his new home. So I said yes, despite the fact that I was moving a few weeks later, and would have to carry them. What's a few pounds of lead? So I met him at the Toronto Pulp Show, and we went for lunch in Chinatown. Bob asked me if i had the car with me. I didn't, I'd taken a streetcar. "Ah," he said, "In that case I'll drive you home. I've got 60lbs of lead for you". And he did.
Of course, my wife was at home, and I didn't want her to know exactly how much extra weight I'd have for our own move to New York. So Bob and I walk in with two very heavy boxes, trying to look as if they weighed almost nothing. Which is easier said than done.
My wife said nothing, but I am sure she knew.