My Uncle. He was born in the 50s and was lucky enough to buy the original Lee/Ditko issues off the old spinning magazine racks. He got me into comics when I was a kid in the early 90s. He bought comics all his life and always gave me his old comics when he was through with them. He would talk about Spidey and other Marvel heroes (like me he wasn’t into DC, except maybe Batman) all day even though I was an 8 year old kid. He left me a lifelong love for Spidey, just as he read comics his whole life. He passed in March. Peter had a great uncle, and so did I. I’ll always love you, Uncle Steven. I’ll never forget you.