 "Any publication is only as good as its contributors, and we're grateful that we've been able to publish material by some excellent fan writers and artists. This award really belongs to them."  - - - - - - - - - -
The last time, in Mimosa 11, that we
wrote about a Worldcon vacation trip, we prefaced our comments by saying that, in
some ways, we could be considered 'convention' fans as much as 'fanzine' fans. That
remained true this past year; we published only our usual two issues of
Mimosa, but including a brief appearance at Balticon, we attended nine
different conventions, and turned down a chance to be at a tenth due to a scheduling
conflict. This past August and September, our longest trip of the year took in two
of those conventions, bringing us to Florida for the Worldcon via a weekend stopover
in Alabama.Our trip south to Birmingham was mostly
without incident, but in southwestern Virginia we did meet up with an unwelcome
visitor who had been touring Florida and Louisiana during the previous week. His
name was Andrew.By the time the storm had worked its way
into the mountains of Virginia, it was no longer a hurricane, not even a tropical
storm. But you could still tell it had been, once. Just north of Roanoke we hit
storm bands of moderately heavy, blowing rain, followed by clearings where blue sky
appeared. At one point, the rain and wind rapidly increased to a heavy, gusty
downpour, then abruptly, to clear skies with bright sunshine. It didn't stay that
way for very long, though; soon it was back through a heavy downpour, and then more
intermittent storm bands. It wasn't until the Tennessee border that we were finally
in the clear for good.A week later, at Magicon, there was talk
about the hurricane and how close it had come to demolishing Miami and New Orleans
from people in those metropolitan areas. However, we were probably among the few
people there who had actually been through the eye of the storm.# # # #
If you look at a road atlas, you'll see
that driving to Florida by way of Birmingham, Alabama, isn't the most efficient way
to get the job done -- central Alabama is way, way to the west of the most direct
route. We went to Birmingham because of a fan get-together the weekend before
Worldcon, organized and sponsored by Charlotte Proctor and the rest of the
Birmingham Science Fiction Club (publishers of the fanzine Anvil). The site
was a little motel on the outskirts of Birmingham, where they'd held past parties.
There was a catch this time, though; this was to going be a full-fledged convention
(albeit a small one), and that had the motel management nervous. They told
Charlotte that they specialized in family reunions; they just didn't do
conventions. So, instead of arguing, Charlotte reserved a block of rooms for the
'Jophan Family Reunion', and spread the word about it to all her 'cousins' out there
in fandom. (Charlotte hastily explained to the motel that nobody with the surname
'Jophan' would be registering, because the first branches of the family tree were
all female.) About 50 or 60 of us showed up, although many were Birmingham fans who
didn't need to take rooms. We were all hoping that two or three from the Irish
branch of the family would make an appearance, but it was not to be...'Kissing Cousin' Roger Weddall from Australia
was there, though, making him easily the 'relative' from farthest away in
attendance. We had previously first 'met' Roger when he sent us a long letter of
comment that was published way back in the third issue of Mimosa. Since then,
we've corresponded frequently and talked on the telephone a few times; Roger was
even the distribution agent for Mimosa in Australia for a while. However,
we'd never run across each other in our fannish travels before now; one of the
reasons we came to Alabama was to actually meet Roger, in a less-congested
place than Magicon would probably be.The motel turned out to be ideal for an
invitational relaxacon such as this. The room block surrounded a small green-space
quadrangle that served as a natural gathering place. Chairs taken from rooms,
coolers of canned drinks, and card tables filled with snacks turned the shaded
center of the quadrangle into an outdoor con suite. The quadrangle area was easily
large enough for a number of activities besides, so the more energetic fans played
'ghoodminton' and croquet, while the rest of us sat around under the shade trees at
the center and talked well into the evening. Roger took his turn at croquet, and
managed to win both games he played in, thus making him the uncontested champion of
the fan universe. The defeated contenders were rewarded with (or had to endure,
depending on your point of view) the spectacle of a triumphant Roger jumping into
the air and clicking his heels (something that's hard to do in sneakers). Dick
managed to capture it on film, either for posterity or for future blackmail purposes.
"At least Roger's good at something," he remarked; it was the first volley in
a war of mock insults that would continue through Magicon.Roger was here in the U.S. as the Down Under
Fan Fund representative, so it was only natural (inevitable, even) that the Reunion
had a Fan Fund auction. That auction featured the world debut of the new hardcover
edition of Harry Warner, Jr.'s 1950s fan history, A Wealth of Fable. One of
the several signed copies we had brought with us was auctioned, and the bidding
eventually escalated to over fifty dollars under Roger's deft auctioneering. Each
time when interest in the book appeared to be slowing down, Roger would prompt Dick
to recite one or another of the anecdotal stories from it. This seemed to pique the
interest (and loosen the purse strings) of the three or four people who were bidding
on the book: The tale of Seventh Fandom and Harlan Ellison's "The Mad Dogs Have
Kneed Us in the Groin" quote succeeded in boosting the bid to $35, when it looked
like interested had topped out at $30. A little later, a synopsis of the
'Midwestcon Door' episode carried the bid price over the $40 mark. The story of the
Room 770 party got the bid price up to $50, and a short recap of some of the
exploits of Walt Willis and John Berry carried the bidding to its peak at $56. As
the gavel finally came down, Dick called out, too late, "Wait! I haven't said
anything yet about the Joan Carr and Carl Brandon hoaxes!"Besides being an adept auctioneer, it turned
out that Roger also knew how to handle a hot potato when he had to. We found that
out the Sunday night we were in Birmingham, just as we, Roger, and Charlotte were
leaving a nearby shopping mall restaurant after dinner. Charlotte suddenly
remembered that she'd meant to bring the baked potato from her meal back home for
her husband Jerry to eat later. Since we were already out in her car by then, she
was ready to just forget the whole thing, but Roger said, "Wait! I'll get it
for you!" Charlotte drove to the restaurant entrance and, as the three of us hummed
the theme music from Mission: Impossible, Roger raced into the side entrance
of the restaurant then, a moment later, came running back out again triumphantly
holding up the foil-wrapped potato. He threw himself into the car, and we sped off.
It was all done so slickly that the restaurant staff didn't even realize that they
had been victimized by The Great Potato Caper; it was truly a moment that fan
historians of the future will marvel at...# # # #
Monday morning finally came, and it was time
to head south. In contrast to the trip down from Maryland, the weather was very
pleasant on the drive to Florida. The route we chose took us through some
out-of-the-way places, like Ozark, Alabama, where signs pointed the way to the Boll
Weevil Museum in nearby Enterprise, and Perry, Florida, where, at a traffic light,
we were nearly assaulted by placard-carrying partisans of various political parties
who were busily trying to get people to vote for them in the primary election
scheduled for the next day. We were fortunate that the traffic signal picked an
opportune moment to turn green and we escaped, but with all the distractions from
the trip, we didn't arrive Orlando until well after nightfall.The next two days we had reserved for
touristing at two of the theme parks, Sea World and Universal Studios. These are
located at opposite ends of International Drive in Orlando, which gets our vote for
the biggest Tourist Trap in Known Space. It's studded with hotels and loaded with
visitors; we heard more different languages spoken in one day on International Drive
than during our whole European trip of 1990. (The United Nations should really
consider pulling up stakes in New York and moving down to the south side of Orlando.)
Besides the two theme parks, there were also some lesser attractions, such as a
Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum (the building looks like it's vanishing into a
Florida sink hole), a Wet'N'Wild waterslide park, and a UFO Museum (we kid you not).
And last, but not least, there were hundreds and hundreds of souvenir shops, where
you could buy everything from figurines of alligators constructed from sea shells to
straw hats and t-shirts of every possible design (we think we must be the only
people ever to visit Orlando and never buy a Mickey Mouse t-shirt). All of the
Magicon convention hotels as well as the Orange County Convention Center were
located right on International Drive, but against all of this, the convention hardly
caused a ripple of notice from the mundane public -- it was lost in the background
noise.Of all the theme parks in the world that
we've been to (which isn't all that many, actually), Nicki's favorite is Sea World.
It must be something about those soft-and-cuddly 30-foot killer whales... Anyway,
it was only about a mile from our hotel and we had a 15 percent discount coupon for
it from the back of our road atlas book, so that seemed to be the place to start.
The park has expanded since the last time we were there, over a decade ago. There's
now more than one large show pool, which has allowed separate shows for the dolphins
and killer whales. The 'Killers of the Deep' exhibit had also expanded, but the
centerpiece of that display was still the Shark Encounter -- a 100-foot long,
20-foot deep pool with dozens of sharks of various species swimming around in it.
Right through the middle of it, 15 feet down, is a large, clear, thick-walled,
custom-built plexiglass tunnel. A moving sidewalk takes you through that tunnel,
with sharks lazily swimming above and on either side of you. A 10-foot shark took
up station on the other side of the tunnel wall from Nicki, and cruised along even
with the speed of the sidewalk for most of the transit, just a foot away from her
right elbow. Afterwards, we couldn't make up our minds -- was it merely curious?
Or maybe it was hungry. Hmmm...Universal Studios was next, but we heard
that Magicon had a supply of 30% discount passes, so we spent several hours on
Tuesday night trying to find the person who had them. We located Magicon Chairman
Joe Siclari in a snack shop in the Clarion hotel, but he thought the passes were in
the con operations room; meanwhile, he'd check around. Janice Gelb was doing a
late-nighter in con ops at the convention center, but she didn't have them, either.
She advised us to find Cricket Fox, who was in charge of something-or-other, and
meanwhile, she'd check around. Eventually, word circulated far enough that by the
time we finally caught up with Cricket Fox (who didn't have the passes, either, but
knew where they were), about half the con committee were on the lookout for us --
the fannish equivalent of an All Points Bulletin.The going rate for getting into Universal
is over thirty dollars per person, so those 30% discount passes saved us a
significant amount of money -- even the lady vending tickets at the entrance to
Universal was impressed enough to say, "You got a good deal!" We don't think they
lost anything on the bargain, though, because we managed to spend more than our
entrance fees on food and souvenirs. Nicki even added to her colleges and
universities t-shirt collection, when she was in the Rocky & Bullwinkle shop and
spotted a shirt for 'Wossamatta U.'.Universal is easily worth a full day, and
even then, it's difficult to see everything there. We were able to manage it,
because there were only about half the number of people there that day than would be
expected at a more 'peak' time of year (something we had also noticed earlier at Sea
World). This meant that the longest line at Universal was only about half-an-hour
long, and that was for the popular Back to the Future ride. That ride was not
for the faint-of-heart, or for the full-of-stomach, either -- warnings are posted,
in fact, that advise people who are prone to nausea or motion sickness not to
go on it. 'Back to the Future' turned out to be a high-performance flight
simulator inside an IMAX theater, which allows you to 'experience' the impossible --
flying in an anti-gravitic DeLaurean automobile, first through the time barrier,
over an exploding volcano and through the mouth of a Tyrannosaurus, eventually
returning to the 'present' for a safe landing in Doc Brown's lab. The IMAX provided
the bigger-than-life sound and imagery, while the 'DeLaurean' flight simulator
subjected you to all the turbulence, sudden drops, swoops, and banked turns you'd
expect from a high-speed aerial chase.If you think this sounds like an exciting
ride, you're right, but we hadn't known beforehand what to expect and it was maybe
more than we had bargained for. The four minutes or so duration of the ride seemed
subjectively like an hour or more. In the end, the ride was just too intense for
Nicki, who was nearly beaten into submission by it. She survived, just, but was
sick with vertigo for several minutes afterward. As we staggered away, we decided
that after 'Back to the Future', rush hour driving amongst thousands of
maniacs on the Washington, D.C. Beltway won't be as traumatic an experience as it
once was...# # # #
Two days of touristing in late summer
Florida seemed just about right to us, so by the time Thursday rolled around we were
ready for Magicon. This year, there were two places where fanzine fans could
convene -- the fanzine lounge, in the concourse area of the convention center, and
the Minneapolis-in-`73 party suite, in the Peabody Hotel. Actually, they were two
halves of a whole, since both were under the capable management of Geri Sullivan,
Minneapolis fan extraordinaire. During the day, the fanzine lounge served as a
meeting place, a fanzine sales area, and the location for certain fanzine-related
program items like readings and the Fan Fund auction. At night, the Minneapolis
suite was the preferred hangout. It was less crowded than most of the other bid
parties, and a lot more in-groupish and friendly for us fanzine fans. Walt and
Madeleine Willis could be frequently found there, too.There's no doubt that one of the things we
looked forward to most about Magicon was getting to meet the Fan Guest of Honor,
Walt Willis. He was in the Minneapolis suite on Wednesday night, Worldcon Eve, and
with some trepidation, Dick eased on over to where Walt was sitting and introduced
himself: "Excuse me, Mr. Willis..." That was as far as he got, before Walt, who had
seen Dick's name on his name tag, smiled and held out his hand. Dick was feeling a
bit overwhelmed by the moment, however, and before he realized what he was doing, he
placed the signed copy of A Wealth of Fable he'd brought for Walt into Walt's
outstretched hand instead of shaking it. Luckily, it was a mistake that was quickly
rectified!While Dick was trying not to appear too
foolish, Nicki, meanwhile, was busy meeting Madeleine Willis and James White. James
seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, laughing and joking with the various people
who came over to talk with him. Madeleine was only slightly less outgoing in
comparison, and seemed to make a point of introducing herself to anybody she wasn't
sure she had met before (not as if she needed any introduction in the first place).
Her conversation with Nicki soon turned to where 'home' was located on the map.
Nicki was explaining that we had been living in Maryland less than four years, when
Madeleine asked, "Meer-a-lind, where is that?" When Nicki replied that it bordered
Washington, D.C., a look of recognition brightened Madeleine's face: "Oh...
Mary-land!" Actually, we used to pronounce it that way too, once, but that's
what fifteen years of living in Tennessee will do to you...
Walt chose not to give a Guest of Honor
speech at Magicon (he was interviewed by Ted White instead), but he was very visible
during the convention, as either a participant or a spectator in several other
program events. There was also an interactive display in honor of Walt, an
Enchanted Duplicator Miniature Golf Course, in the concourse area of the convention
center. Each of its ten holes was sponsored (and built) by a fan organization or
worldcon bid committee; the design of the course allowed you to follow Jophan's
journey to trufandom, culminating at the last hole where the duplicator itself
resided. The whole thing was somewhat lowtech, with wooden mallet putters and
plastic golf balls, but this added to the fannishness of the course, not to mention
the difficulty (each hole was par six). Dick took the opportunity to play hole
number five, the L.A. in `96 hole, after he delivered a signed copy of A Wealth
of Fable to Bruce Pelz, who was manning the nearby L.A. worldcon bid table.
Before Dick's first putt, the hole looked almost too easy to him; after the third
putt, making par or better still seemed possible. Following his sixth stroke, Dick
decided he would lower his expectations and just try to salvage his dignity; after
holing out with his ninth shot, he furtively glanced around to see if anyone was
watching. Bruce was, but only smiled bemusedly...What else can we tell you about Magicon? It
was the normal kaleidoscope of fan activities, parties, and meal expeditions. We
were on more programming panels than usual this year, but other than those, didn't
attend all that many programming events. Instead, we were content to visit with
friends we don't get to see very often, in the fanzine lounge. It was there that
Dick succeeded in finally getting the last contribution to the (still) forthcoming
Mimosa 9.5, the audiocassette version of Mimosa 9; Elliott "Elst"
Weinstein and Roger Weddall dusted off their best (or maybe worst) British/Irish
accents and recorded the text of Bob Shaw's "Serious Scientific Speech" from the
1990 Worldcon. We're happy to report that the tape recorder survived intact...By the time Saturday night arrived, however,
we weren't entirely sure that we would survive the long weekend intact. We'd
been on the road for over a week at that point, and it was starting to wear us down
a little. We weren't exactly looking forward to going home again, but it was on our
minds. This was evident that night during the pre-Hugo Ceremony nominees briefing
in the Green Room. We were told that the Hugo Nominees party later that night would
be hosted by the San Francisco Worldcon committee, and when their party hostess
announced that the party would begin soon after the conclusion of the Hugos and last
"...until everybody goes home...", Dick looked up incredulously and said,
"Tuesday?!"
It almost seemed like it was Tuesday
by the time everyone was finally ushered into the convention giant meeting hall and
found seats. We and the other nominees had endured a prolonged wait in some
backstage area otherwise occupied by salad bars, steam tables, and other banquet
paraphernalia. Luckily, just before leaving the Green Room, Dick had paid a quick
visit to the restroom, heeding a time-honored maxim about travel: 'When on the road,
never miss an opportunity to eat or take a pee.' Nicki, however, had not, thinking
that the Ceremony couldn't possibly last more than about an hour. It didn't seem
such a big deal at the time, but it would soon become important.Spider Robinson was the host for the Hugo
Ceremony, and was his usual entertaining self on stage, keeping the events of the
evening moving along. It turned out that there were a lot more events than usual
this year, including a 15-minute retrospective slide show of past worldcons. By the
time the first Hugo was presented, more than an hour had passed since we had first
convened in the Green Room. There were some technical glitches that slowed things
down a bit, too; separate slides were projected for each nominee, but since Spider
couldn't see the projection screen from his podium, his reading the nominee names
sometimes got out-of-synch with the projected slides. (Also, after each winner was
announced, there was one additional slide that summarized the category and winner;
we provide this last bit of information so the reader might better understand what
happened next.)The Fanzine Hugo was the third one announced;
previously, Ted Chiang had won the John Campbell Award, Dave Langford had added to
his rocket collection with the Fan Writer Hugo, and Brad Foster had collected his
third Hugo as Fan Artist. By the time Spider read the names of the Fanzine nominees,
it seemed as if all the glitches had been corrected -- the correct slides, showing a
photo of each fanzine, were projected at the proper time. An envelope was then
handed to Spider; he opened it and read that the winner of the 1992 Fanzine Hugo
was... Lan's Lantern.George "Lan" Laskowski, Jr., the editor
of Lan's Lantern took the stage to accept the Hugo, but just as he was taking
possession of the trophy, above him on the screen flashed up a slide. It read:Best Fanzine
Hugo
MIMOSA Editors, Dick and Nicki Lynch The audience gasped and whispered and
generally looked around; where we were sitting, you could almost feel the murmur
that rippled through the crowd. At that point, Nicki felt the sudden conviction
that there had been some kind of screw-up, and that we had won, but in light
of the previous technical difficulties, Dick thought that there must have been a
'winners' slide made up for each nominee, and the wrong one had been projected --
it was just the latest in the series of glitches. We'd lost out to a fairly popular
fanzine, and there was nothing to feel badly about.George's acceptance speech was very brief;
when he finished, he departed backstage. And the ceremony went on.Three more Hugos were awarded, which led us
to think that the slide was in fact wrong, rather than the card in the envelope. At
that point, Nicki decided that she had to depart the convention hall for the ladies
room; there no longer seemed to be any reason why she shouldn't. But less than a
minute after Nicki left, Laskowski came back out on-stage holding the Hugo. Spider
Robinson then announced that there had been a mistake, and that Mimosa was in
fact the winner of the Fanzine award.Nicki had been right all along, of course
(we later found out that the 'summary' slides had been prepared for only the winners
in each category). If the correction had been made a minute earlier or three
minutes later, there wouldn't have been a problem. As it happened, it was at the
worst possible moment: Dick had gone on stage, in front of a thousand or two fans,
trying to stall in order to give Nicki a chance to make it back to the hall in time.
When he blurted out that Nicki had just left the hall to go to the ladies room,
Spider said, "That sounds like a good idea; let's all go to the ladies room."
In the end, there just wasn't enough time -- Dick had to read both parts of the
short acceptance speech we'd written on the drive south from Maryland before
departing the stage dejectedly. It was unfortunate and unfair to Nicki that she
didn't get her moment on-stage, but there was nothing that could be done about
it.Or was there? Nicki returned to the Hugo
Ceremonies just in time to see Dick leave the stage, and to catch a glimpse of the
'MIMOSA' slide we had seen earlier. Someone next to her said, "You won! Go
backstage!" She hadn't been there even a minute when we heard a commotion and were
waved back on-stage to re-accept the award. Spider apologized and had Nicki step
forward to the podium. The acceptance speech had already been read, though, so she
didn't have anything to say other than "thank you." The rest of the Hugo Ceremony
was a complete fog; we were aware of other awards being presented, but we had to
read the daily newsletter the next day to find out who many of the winners were. In
fact, we were in such a haze that we never even made it back to our seats -- we'd
forgotten where we'd been sitting!Back in the Green Room after the Hugo
Ceremony was over, a lot of people came up to us to talk to us -- so many, in fact,
that at one point we were surrounded by about ten people, while just a few feet away
from us Michael Whelan was standing all by himself with the two Hugos he'd just won.
The room party circuit later on was pretty much the same, full of friends all
wanting to know what had happened. It wasn't until much later that night that we
managed to find out ourselves, and we wouldn't have known even then if we hadn't
talked to George Laskowski. George told us that when he got on stage, the woman
holding the trophy showed him the name plate (which correctly named Mimosa as
the winner) and told him, "Just say thank you; we'll straighten it out later."
Someone else associated with the convention committee said it took several minutes
of scrambling around to confirm that the slide and name plate were right and the
card in the envelope was wrong. At that point, George returned to the stage to give
Dick the Hugo. We can only praise George for the way he handled such an awkward
situation; he is a class act. However, if any of us had been sitting closer to the
stage, we might have seen something that would have alerted us that something was
amiss -- when Lan's Lantern was announced as the winner in the Fanzine
category, convention chairman Joe Siclari (who knew differently) nearly jumped out
of his skin in his haste to get back stage to find out what had happened.So what did actually happen? The
only thing we're positively sure of is that there was a blunder by the person
handling the counting of the ballots and who was also responsible for making sure
the right names got inserted into the right envelopes. We were told several stories,
none of them entirely convincing (some of them weren't convincing at all, in fact).
Apparently, it had been very late the night the voting results had been run through
the computer and a copy of the summary had been printed; when the winners were
transcribed from the printout, a mistake was made 'because the ruler slipped'
(apparently the printout wasn't very user friendly). This story doesn't make too
much sense, though, because the names of the winners had to be given to somebody
who made up the 35mm slide that was projected, and also to the person who assembled
the Hugo trophies, and both of those correctly had our name on it.No matter. The 'Hugo That Was Awarded
Twice' now sits over our fireplace, right next to the Japanese cat figurines
(described in Mimosa 12) that we bought in Los Angeles earlier in the year.
And we have two of them! A second, matching award was presented to Nicki after the
Hugo Ceremony -- apparently the procedure is: two editors, two awards. The design
of the award is really striking; since Magicon was the 50th Worldcon, the committee
went out of its way to make their Hugo trophy a work of art. The rocket is
gold-plated, and rests on a small rectangular piece of expanded metal that came from
the gantry of Launch Complex 26 at Cape Canaveral -- the site where Explorer I,
the first U.S. orbiting satellite, was launched in 1958. The award's base features
a backdrop hand-painted to simulate 'infinite space'; the whole effect is majestic.
It's also highly noticeable, as we found out on the way back to our hotel after the
awards ceremony when we happened to pass near the hotel nightclub, a popular nightly
watering hole for the mundanes who were also staying at the hotel. One drunken
fellow leaned out from the doorway and, noticing the trophies we each held, yelled,
"Congratulations!!! You won an Emmy!!"This, perhaps the most surreal night of our
lives, had an amusing postscript the next afternoon at the Hogu Ranquet luncheon.
In a parody of the Hugo Ceremony, Elst Weinstein first awarded Mike Glyer a
certificate from the 'Hogu and Blackhole Commission', then said there had been a
mistake, yanked the certificate out of Mike's hands, and presented it to us, instead.
There were also fans with buttons that read, 'I May Already Have Won A Hugo'. We'd
guess these are not available from Publishers Clearing House...# # # #
The trip home after Magicon took two days,
which gave us plenty of time to think back over the trip's events and highlights --
the things we'd done and the especially people we'd met: Bjo Trimble who apparently
had looked forward to meeting us as much as we did her, Chuck Harris who we'd missed
meeting at the Minneapolis Corflu three years earlier, Shelby Vick who was only a
few hours drive from home, and Australian fans Dave Luckett and Sally Beasley, who
were midway in an around-the-world vacation trip. In addition, there were also old
friends we see only once or twice a year, like Dave & Ruth Kyle, Roger & Pat
Sims, Teddy Harvia, Peggy Ranson, and Guy Lillian to name a few; none of these found
their way into other parts of this convention report, but we appreciated their
company during the weekend just as much.It was inevitable on the long drive home
that the conversation would eventually turn to fan publishing: how much longer could
we publish large issues of Mimosa? Burnout has claimed fans a lot more
well-known than us, and we were becoming concerned that we might be running out of
things to say. But just then, an amusing roadside sign advertising a restaurant at
the next interstate exit reminded us of one of our epic dinner expeditions during
the six nights of Magicon.And we thought, gee, maybe this was
something we could write about...- - - - - - - - - -
"We also want to thank you, our readers, for honoring us with this award. You flatter us greatly, and in return we hope to continue entertaining you with new issues for years to come."  All illustrations by Sheryl Birkhead |
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