NECON

So it's 2 AM, and we're careening down the roads of North Carolina in the dark, a back seat full of books from Chizine Press and a trunk full of booze wrapped in socks, Glen Miller blaring out of the radio and a pile of Coke Zero cans big enough to hide a body in on the floor, and...

No. Back up. Not the way to start the story at all.

This year's trip up to NECON was a little different. For one thing, I didn't have to continually trim the trip down. For another, Melinda and I went together, whi...