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REPORT FROM UP YONDER On Sunday, the 27th of August, three days late, a knock came upon my door, whilst I was busy consuming breakfast. I opened it......and gasped horribly. There, upon the threshold were three horrible examples of mutated humanity. Fans! I had been expecting Harry Moore (the Chosen of Cthulhu), but the other two critters were unknown to me. The older male with dark brown thinning hair was Mack Reynolds, the writer, who had been picked up by the Triumphal Chariot (disguised as a battered club coupe) at Taos, New Mexico. The younger, blonde male, was Charles Heisner, of Lynn Haven, Fla., who had descended upon Harry at the last minute as he was preparing to leave N.O. The third male was Harry, natcherly. And for him there are no words of description. You have to see it to believe it! Opening our charming converstion with "Which is which?" I thence lead them upstairs to the living room of our apartment where they disported themselves by digging through my somewhat meager collection of mags whilst I gulped down the rest of my breakfast and Harry brushed his teeth, which he had previously forgotten to do. Grabbing my luggage, we left...... Needless to say, the first hour or so, crowded in between luggage and each other, was spent acquainting ourselves. This done, the subjects of conversation turned to fandom in general and other things, not-so-general. The group seemed to be impressed by our colorado scenery, but since I had seen most of it before, I accepted it with my customary calm. It is, I admit, hard to be calm about Colorado scenery if you're new to it...... The first night, we stayed at the Commercial Hotel in Vernal, Utah. I went through my first Dianetics session, then...... and didn't quite know what to think of it...... It's sorta hard to get used to 'living through an experience' instead of remembering little patches. The next morning we started out again, and made Salt Lake City in a matter of hours. We stopped there, and sought out Charles Henderson, noted Salt Lake fan, to see if he might be interested in accompanying us on our Pilgrimage to this year's fannish Mecca, Portland. Ye edde seemed to be the one with clothing the least wrinkled from traveling, and so with Harry B, we approached Chas on the subject of going with us. Charles hemmed and hawed and finally said to come back later. So, we trekked downtown to a French-Italian restaurant, dressed in our
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REPORT FROM UP YONDER On Sunday, the 27th of August, three days late, a knock came upon my door, whilst I was busy consuming breakfast. I opened it......and gasped horribly. There, upon the threshold were three horrible examples of mutated humanity. Fans! I had been expecting Harry Moore (the Chosen of Cthulhu), but the other two critters were unknown to me. The older male with dark brown thinning hair was Mack Reynolds, the writer, who had been picked up by the Triumphal Chariot (disguised as a battered club coupe) at Taos, New Mexico. The younger, blonde male, was Charles Heisner, of Lynn Haven, Fla., who had descended upon Harry at the last minute as he was preparing to leave N.O. The third male was Harry, natcherly. And for him there are no words of description. You have to see it to believe it! Opening our charming converstion with "Which is which?" I thence lead them upstairs to the living room of our apartment where they disported themselves by digging through my somewhat meager collection of mags whilst I gulped down the rest of my breakfast and Harry brushed his teeth, which he had previously forgotten to do. Grabbing my luggage, we left...... Needless to say, the first hour or so, crowded in between luggage and each other, was spent acquainting ourselves. This done, the subjects of conversation turned to fandom in general and other things, not-so-general. The group seemed to be impressed by our colorado scenery, but since I had seen most of it before, I accepted it with my customary calm. It is, I admit, hard to be calm about Colorado scenery if you're new to it...... The first night, we stayed at the Commercial Hotel in Vernal, Utah. I went through my first Dianetics session, then...... and didn't quite know what to think of it...... It's sorta hard to get used to 'living through an experience' instead of remembering little patches. The next morning we started out again, and made Salt Lake City in a matter of hours. We stopped there, and sought out Charles Henderson, noted Salt Lake fan, to see if he might be interested in accompanying us on our Pilgrimage to this year's fannish Mecca, Portland. Ye edde seemed to be the one with clothing the least wrinkled from traveling, and so with Harry B, we approached Chas on the subject of going with us. Charles hemmed and hawed and finally said to come back later. So, we trekked downtown to a French-Italian restaurant, dressed in our
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