I wrote Stan Lee a letter asking him to adopt me when I was a kid. Never heard back. Nor did I hear back from Hugh Hefner, my second choice.
Happy (late) Birthday anyway, good sir!!
And the owner of the comic shop I used to frequent owned that issue as well. He let me hold it once (in a baggie, of course) and I whispered "I can feel its power coursing through my veins!" and everyone in the shop cracked up laughing.