Back from the Nebulas

I decided to head out to the Nebulas to see Harlan get the Grandmaster award. I’ll be writing about it in detail in “But I Digress,” but suffice to say that it was great to see him, Susan, and all the Usual Suspects who tend to materialize whenever Harlan makes his presence known at a convention. The get together was smoothly run, so props to chairman Lee Whiteside for keeping it all together.

I’m truly pleased that SFWA decided to accord Harlan the honor in spite of past differences they’ve had with Harlan, and equally pleased that Harlan accepted it despite those same differences.

And the capper to my trip out there: A mere block and a half away from the hotel was the Women’s Beach Volleyball tour. So I spent the afternoon in the bleachers watching Olymic Gold Medalists Misty May and Kerri Walsh gracefully pound the crap out of their opponents while sporting handkerchief-sized bathing suits. God, I love this country.

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