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Into the teeth of Frankenstorm

Back from Muncie! Where I had a totally great time. What a hospitable, organized, lovely bunch of people at Magna Cum Murder. The great thing about a small convention like that is, you get to really hang around with the people who're there. We drank beer, watched movies (supplied by Terry Faherty) and generally had a terrific weekend. Thanks, Kathryn Kennison and all the folks at Magna! They gave me an absolutely marvelous gift for being Guest of Honor (I should have given THEM a gift!) which they're sending here because you just know I'd have broken it on the way back. When it gets here I'll post a photo.

Getting back became something of an issue, as the airlines cancelled flights right and left so no planes would get stuck here in the East. I had to reschedule to the last flight United was actually running, and then as it happened I got to the airport early enough that I was the final standby passenger to get on the flight before it. I felt a little like I was trying to get out of Casablanca but with less chaos. The entire trip was pretty seamless -- plane to the monorail to NJ Transit to the subway. It being me, I dropped my stuff and went down to the river to see the pre-Frankenstorm rain begin. I'll post photos tomorrow. I have water, food, and a flashlight; thought I had candles, but oh well. NYC has shut down the subways and buses, which means most stores are closed because no one can get to work. I stopped into the supermarket before they closed, but honestly, the line stretched back to the deli counter. So I didn't stay and wait for an hour to buy candles. I mean, it may be Frankenstorm, but it's not the zombie apocalypse, is it?


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