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23 Absolutely nothing happened the first day of the return trip.... Nothing! That night we stayed in Bend, Oregon. The second night we stayed at Mountain Home, Idaho. Harry was planning to audit Heisner. While we were starting to eat our dinner, I suddenly developed a terrific sinus attack. Harry said it was my file clerk wanting attention so it could be audited instead of Charles. Since Chas had priority, I had to grin and bear it. While at the cafe, I had to ask for a hot towel to hold against my face, the attack was so bad. Get this: I have never had any trouble with my sinus in my life, outside of the occasional clogging of head colds, and such. I have never experienced any pain remotely as severe as I did at this time, Now, draw your own conclusions about Dianetics being dangerous or not. After dinner, I was carted off to the home of Emerys Evans, famous Mountain Home fan, to make him miserable while Harry audited Charles. He showed me his lovely collection of fanzines, and also some originals he had. His wife (non-fan) suffered silently through all of this. He also showed me a copy of the rare "The Outsider and Others"--which is almost as rare as the Neconomicon. Somewhere, in the middle of a Helios or Vom, my sinus trouble was forgotten, and therefore vanished. Mack came for me after a couple of hours, and I had to leave. The third night was spent in Burgoyne, Idaho, where I was given a thorough auditing. Lots of things were found out, but it seems like I have few engrams, but scads of locks. --Almost like I have complexes about my complexes.....Hmmmm! Just a bundle of complexes...Bundle....sack...bag... Lots of people call me an old bag...maybe they're right. But I digress. We walked into my apartment on the morning of the 9th. Weary and tired we were.... My parents had just gotten up, and hurried to fix us breakfast. Harry and I showed them the loot we had picked up, but being non-fans, it was usually just as pretty upside down as in the normal position, to them at least..... Soon after breakfast (uncomfortable silence had settled at this point for the first time during the trip), Mack, Harry, and Chas left for Taos. They asked me to go along with them, and go through another session of auditing, but I suddenly realized I was utterly exhausted, and declined, thanking them just the same. Well, that was it...the Pilgrimage to Portland. When I saw the Triumphas Chariot of the chosen of Cthulhu turning the corner....I had the oddest feeling. --Like the world would be coming to an end any minute. I had been under terrific nervous strain, and it was just too much to take standing up. I did manage to get down to a record-shop, and pick up a long-awaited lp of "The Red Shoes, before I went to bed. That was about 10:30 A.M. I slept until 3. --Thus ended it all. Addenda: Although, I haven't the energy to mention all the people I met at the con, I want all of you to know that I enjoyed meeting you immensely, and that I hope to see every one of you again, SOON. The people I went with: Harry Moore: a dry wit, ready tongue, and the vaguest of southern accents combine to make a very nice guy. He also tells funny jokes ---- Mack Reynolds: a big, husky guy, with an insatiate love of Bheer. Since Bheer is the great ghod of Fandom, Mack
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23 Absolutely nothing happened the first day of the return trip.... Nothing! That night we stayed in Bend, Oregon. The second night we stayed at Mountain Home, Idaho. Harry was planning to audit Heisner. While we were starting to eat our dinner, I suddenly developed a terrific sinus attack. Harry said it was my file clerk wanting attention so it could be audited instead of Charles. Since Chas had priority, I had to grin and bear it. While at the cafe, I had to ask for a hot towel to hold against my face, the attack was so bad. Get this: I have never had any trouble with my sinus in my life, outside of the occasional clogging of head colds, and such. I have never experienced any pain remotely as severe as I did at this time, Now, draw your own conclusions about Dianetics being dangerous or not. After dinner, I was carted off to the home of Emerys Evans, famous Mountain Home fan, to make him miserable while Harry audited Charles. He showed me his lovely collection of fanzines, and also some originals he had. His wife (non-fan) suffered silently through all of this. He also showed me a copy of the rare "The Outsider and Others"--which is almost as rare as the Neconomicon. Somewhere, in the middle of a Helios or Vom, my sinus trouble was forgotten, and therefore vanished. Mack came for me after a couple of hours, and I had to leave. The third night was spent in Burgoyne, Idaho, where I was given a thorough auditing. Lots of things were found out, but it seems like I have few engrams, but scads of locks. --Almost like I have complexes about my complexes.....Hmmmm! Just a bundle of complexes...Bundle....sack...bag... Lots of people call me an old bag...maybe they're right. But I digress. We walked into my apartment on the morning of the 9th. Weary and tired we were.... My parents had just gotten up, and hurried to fix us breakfast. Harry and I showed them the loot we had picked up, but being non-fans, it was usually just as pretty upside down as in the normal position, to them at least..... Soon after breakfast (uncomfortable silence had settled at this point for the first time during the trip), Mack, Harry, and Chas left for Taos. They asked me to go along with them, and go through another session of auditing, but I suddenly realized I was utterly exhausted, and declined, thanking them just the same. Well, that was it...the Pilgrimage to Portland. When I saw the Triumphas Chariot of the chosen of Cthulhu turning the corner....I had the oddest feeling. --Like the world would be coming to an end any minute. I had been under terrific nervous strain, and it was just too much to take standing up. I did manage to get down to a record-shop, and pick up a long-awaited lp of "The Red Shoes, before I went to bed. That was about 10:30 A.M. I slept until 3. --Thus ended it all. Addenda: Although, I haven't the energy to mention all the people I met at the con, I want all of you to know that I enjoyed meeting you immensely, and that I hope to see every one of you again, SOON. The people I went with: Harry Moore: a dry wit, ready tongue, and the vaguest of southern accents combine to make a very nice guy. He also tells funny jokes ---- Mack Reynolds: a big, husky guy, with an insatiate love of Bheer. Since Bheer is the great ghod of Fandom, Mack
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