Tag: travel
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Son of SilverCon IV AAR
Fortunately this didn’t quite happen to me, but it was close. Son of Silvercon, the last stop on my summer of cons, was July 19-21 in Las Vegas (actually, Henderson, but that’s just a jump to the left and then a step to the right). I’ll get to the Con in a moment, but the…
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Begin…End…Begin Again
On June 17 I left for the beginning of my summer of Cons as I related in my last essay. On the train ride home, I sold another copy of Advance Guards to Brian and Tina, so, for those of you keeping score at home, I left with 27 books and came back with 5.…
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Where Have You Gone Frank Dadada-Oh?
I apologize to my readers, but William F. Buckley seems to have seized control of my travel-addled fingers and insists that I use obscure words in this post. I blame all that rocking on the train that seems to have scrambled my brain along with my sense of balance. When I was last seen, I…
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Coming to a Tornado Alley Near You
OK folks, in my never ending quest to pass the honor of The King of Bad Marketing™ on to somebody, anybody, else, I’ve been assured that all the right people advertise their appearances at conventions ahead of time (instead of afterwords as I have been doing). Therefore you are all officially on notice that I’ll…
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Sailing Through the Desert
I wrote up my experiences at TusCon, but left out the things I saw along the way. And yes, there are things to see and contemplate on a 800 mile round trip through the desert. I only regret that I took no pictures, but navigating my cell phone to picture mode while driving 80 mph…
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Wanted: The Hollywood Guide to New York City
I know this will come as a shock to the denizens of New York City and even nearby New Jersey, but 90% of the country has no idea how you live or even where you live. Yes, we all have vague ideas about New York City being a big port on the Northeast Coast, and…
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The (Rail)Road Home
Last (I promise) installment about my June cross-continent trip. Next onto Vegas and InvisiCon (aka Son of Silvercon). Once I was in Atlanta, the trip home would be straightforward if not exactly straight geographically, and I was soon at the Amtrak station to head for the Big Easy and the Hostel Auberge where I had…
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The Hall of Fame
Before I get into my trip back to San Diego, I should talk about my brief stop at the Baseball Hall of Fame on my trip to Chattanooga. A quick uber got me from the Amtrak station in Utica to the car rental place where I rented a mid-size vehicle, adjusting my Michael Phelps like…
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The Con’s the Thing
Why do I go to cons? One reason is to hang out with like-minded people or at least with those who share many of my enthusiasms. But I can do those things at home. Some folks go to meet their heroes, writers they admire, but I’m old and I met Bradbury, Ellison, Sturgeon, Herbert, Zelazny,…
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Sweet Home, Chattanooga
Chattanooga seemed like a very nice town with a “bigger than a small town” but not a “too big for its britches” place, so I had arranged to arrive a day early to explore a little bit. I had nabbed a tourist magazine from the lobby of the Marriott last year and planned on checking…
Musings of a Restless Mind 