It’s been a while since it arrived, and sorry for the delay, but finally, I have Flag 18 at hand, and I suspect there is a lot to say.
No matter the conventions we call our home cons, it changes over time. For us in Toronto, it’s Ad Astra. Yvonne has been to every single one of them, and me all but the first, and this one coming up in May is the 36th Ad Astra, and while it still endeavors to be as literary as possible, it can’t help but change to try to bring in the people who make up today’s fandom.
Stu had some real treasures set aside, and some of them look enticing indeed. But, what can you do with no money? Not much, so I will admire the picture of the auctionables, and unfortunately, not make any purchases. The Babylon 5 goods do look interesting, but I am also in the position of weeding out a lifetime’s collectibles. More of them is the last thing I need. (I already have the Bullwinkle and Rocky game, with a diploma from Wossamatta U.)
I had no way to get to Spokane, but I think I would have enjoyed the Lost World Fanzine Lounge. Could you get a picture of the banner on Randy’s door? Murray Moore is a ten-minute drive away, but I have yet to nominate (!) for the FAAn Awards this year. I must get with it, and quickly send it to him. Same goes for voting for TAFF.
The time goes past with fury, the events with sharp edges to nick you in the attention span. Yvonne’s picking me up in less than half an hour to take me to the local mall for a fast coffee date, so I will wrap up, and put this loc in the net tubes for firing off to you. Thank you for this issue, and I hope another one will be available soon.