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Phriday night, it must be Filadelphia
Feb. 10th, 2008 10:48 am
And so we drove down to Philly on Friday so I could address the venerable Philadelphia Science Fiction Society on the subject matter of my Fall '07 book Corrupted Science. We had fun meeting a few old friends, making some new ones, and enjoying that transitionary process whereby faces familiar from convention corridors become Real People with names an' voices an' all. Just to prove it, here are two pix I took with the notorious digitoidal camera in the diner afterwards, where many happy smiles attest to the elation people feel when they've survived to the end of one of my talks and know they'll never have to hear it ever again:
Unlike the unfortunate audience, I had a whale of a time. Pam, in her guise as the UK-based publisher's US saleswoman-at-large, sold a gratifyingly mighty stack of books -- not just Corrupted Science but also other titles of mine that AAPPL have done, including Discarded Science and (with Beth Humphrey and Pam herself) The Chesley Awards: A Retrospective.
We were very well hosted by the PSFS, especially by Lee and Diane Weinstein, who looked after us all through the evening -- we didn't get back to our hotel until well after midnight. The gustatory highlight was an excellent Indian meal -- have I mentioned there are no Indian restaurants in our neck of New Jersey?
The following morning we left Philly early and hightailed it for home, wary of the weather forecasters' warnings of blizzards and the like. In the event, although we saw a little snow just north of Philly, nothing really serious started until more or less when we were walking from the car to the house at the end of our journey. Because of this need to get home quick, we weren't able to stop off en route to see friend Lynn Perkins (not to mention her Totally Cool daughter Kate), as hoped, but friend Neil Greenberg had been able to spend the early part of Friday evening with us -- as a small service to Pam I'm not posting here any of the photos I took of her and Neil, in which she demonstrated various different methods of keeping one's eyes closed.
A fine expotition, as Christopher Robin might have said. I'm still exhausted. I have to get a pile of work done today. I should shut up and get on with it.
