Challenger Logo by Alan White   A Science Fiction Fanzine   Winter 2004/5

Would it be worldcon without Resnick? We'd hate to find out ...

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Tuesday, August 31: Met fellow CFG members Mary Martin, Debbie Oakes and Jeff Calhoun at the airport, and we all caught the same flight to Boston. (I might as well confess that I am wildly in love with Mary, our retired octogenarian plastic surgeon who was good friends with Heinlein and Clement - and won the 1966 Worldcon masquerade - and I intend to marry her just as soon as I work Carol to death.)

CFG (the venerable Cincinnati Fantasy Group, for the uninitiated) always takes out a hospitality suite at the Worldcon. Those of us who had been to the three prior Boston Worldcons - or any of them, in fact - remembered the Sheraton's elevators with horror, and we all wanted to stay in the Marriott...but when we priced the suites, we found we could get essentially the same suite at the Sheraton for $225 a day less, which meant we could keep it open for seven days, Tuesday through Monday, rather than the usual five. We're not exactly a party and not exactly private - we don't turn anyone away, but we really don't want three thousand strangers coming by for food and drinks -- so we never advertise the suite. If you know enough trufen, you'll find us. Anyway, for that reason, we prefer a non-party floor, and then we try to block a number of CFG members and friends around the suite to act as a noise buffer. Worked beautifully this year; the suite was at the end of the corridor, and I think the friends of CFG had every room between the suite and the elevator. (And, surprisingly, the elevators caused no problems at all this time around.) I can't recall an evening that there wasn't a hot game of Wizards - a bridge-like card game for six players - in the smaller parlor.

We got there in early afternoon, unpacked, got our name tags and printed material - Guy Lillian outdid himself editing the program book - and checked out the mall, which was wildly impressive. Nothing had been enclosed 15 years ago at the last Boston Worldcon; now you can walk blocks in enclosed, air-conditioned comfort. (I still remember getting rained on walking from the Sheraton to the Marriott in 1989.)

The Sheraton's rooms were on the small side, though nowhere as near as claustrophobic as the Royal York's at last year's Torcon 3. The suites, on the other hand, were spacious and comfortable. I am told that the Marriott had closed-circuit TV and you could watch the Hugos and masquerade in your room; the Sheraton had no such luxury. To our surprise, the Sheraton's elevators worked perfectly all weekend, a vast improvement over the last three Boston Worldcons. On the other hand, the Sheraton may be the only four-star hotel in the country that doesn't have a restaurant open after 3:00 PM.

We met NESFAns Rick Katze and Tony and Suford Lewis for dinner, along with some CFG members and the Florida contingent of CFG (Dick Spelman and Pat and Roger Sims, who had all moved to Orlando from Cincinnati.) The one place where a crowd of 15 or 20 could always get a table without a reservation was Marche, which was as enjoyable an exploring-and-eating experience here as it had been at Toronto, where we first encountered the Canadian-based chain.

I watched the Governator give a rousing speech to the Republican convention, concluded that the Democrats will never agree to a constitutional amendment allowing naturalized citizens to run for the presidency as long as he's alive, then hung around the lobby for a few hours after dinner greeting old fannish friends, because as always I metamorphize into a pro by Wednesday night and don't change back into a fan until late Monday, and most of my friends are fans. Ran into Paula Leiberman, my annual shadow at fannish parties, for the first of maybe thirty times during the con. I went to bed early (for me, anyway) at about 3:00 AM because we had to get out of bed pretty early in the morning. (By definition, if the sun's in the eastern half of the sky, it's too damned early ... or else it's the end of a long writing day.)


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