Boskone 39: February
Guest of Honor: Neil Gaiman
We arrived early Friday afternoon, and after we registered, EJ McClure and I went off to our first panel, "Women Warriors." Along with EJ, who's a Naval officer, there was Katya Reimann, Tamora Pierce, and Barbara Chepaitis to consider the issue of women in warfare, with me moderating. I'm happy to report I survived, and we had a pretty good discussion too. (cont.)
(cont. from above...) Then it was off to a "Fannish Wedding Reception" for EJ and myself, held only a few feet and half a dozen years from where I actually met her...at the 1996 Boskone where Lois Bujold was GOH.
Then off to dinner with friends, and up again the next day where we were kept busy with panels and huckstering. Having married another voracious reader, someone's books had to get reduced...and mine were closer at hand.
Between panels and other duties, I didn't see as much of the con as I'd have liked. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, the parties were well attended and well stocked with munchables, the Con Suite was really well managed...and if I'd been able to get back there, I'm sure the Chowder at Molly Malone's (the restaurant/bar at the hotel) would have been as good as in years past.
One food note, while I'm on the subject. A mile or two east of the Con on Route 9, there's a great Chinese/Japanese restaurant that I've taken friends to several times over the years. Mr. Gary, our waiter, remembered me, fondly, I thought...though my friends said they saw fear in his eyes. There's great food on both sides of the place. You turn left for the Japanese Steak house or right for the Chinese...but you can get sushi anywhere.
The weather at Boskone is always interesting. Usually it rains, snows or freezes at various times during the weekend, but this year it was clear sailing all the way. Weather reports kept threatening a winter storm, but it kept getting pushed back further into the weekend. Finally it was promised for Sunday afternoon, and as we had a 6 pm flight out of Newark, EJ and I beat an early retreat and drove off in our rented SUV, now empty of books. A swirling snow-storm on the Mass. Turnpike provided some amusement and anxiety, but by the time we made New York state, the sky was clear and all we had to do was make it through airport security to safely return to our current base of operation in northern Florida.
It was a fantastic weekend in the North, and both of us had a great time. I'm under the impression that lots of other folks did as well.
© 2002 Ernest Lilley / SFRevu el012602