This weekend, it seems that we not only have the Southern Christian Leadership Conference in town; we have the American Motor Owners International Convention as well. And next weekend, Pulpcon (mmmm, the smell of old pulp paper).
See, this is why it would be fun to have press credentials.
The ironic thing is that people like the Pulpcon guys — book dealers, small press reprint people, collectors, writers, artists — do a lot to help preserve Western civilization, if only in a thousand small, pulpy, everyday ways. But you’ll never see them on the news, jetting about and telling people what to do. They just do it themselves, without much in the way of remuneration or appreciation, except from each other. I bet the AMO folks are similar.
And I’d rather have dinner with one of them — even the Scientology guy who comes to collect L. Ron Hubbard — than with Al Sharpton.
(Unless Al Sharpton has a collection of old Charles Saunders sword and sorcery stories at home, and comes over to the convention center to pick up the new paperback reprint of Imaro by Night Shade Books.)