My wife pulled up to the D.C. Convention Center on Saturday morning, took one look at the mass of humanity wrapped around the building and shot me an incredulous look. “You want to go into that?” she asked.
No, not really. The line of people waiting to get into Awesome Con went around the corner, snaked back the way it came and then twisted around again. I joined the end of the line behind a tot-sized Iron Man, two Captain Americas and a Disney princess.