Wed 21 Apr 2010
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve jammed a sizable number of posts into the span of the last two or three days. Ordinarily I might have been spread them out over a longer period of time, but something’s up. Soon after noon tomorrow, I’ll be on my way to Chicago and this year’s annual Windy City Pulp & Paper Convention.
And I won’t be back until Sunday, with my satchels full of books and magazines and my checkbook empty. Heck, if I plan it right, my checkbook will be empty several minutes after the doors to the dealers’ room open on Friday. It won’t be hard to do, especially with all the wares that’ll be out for display, fully designed to tickle everyone’s fancy. Well, mine, at least.
Some of you I will see there, I am sure. If not, so long until next week Monday. For the rest of this evening, it’s time to pack.
April 22nd, 2010 at 2:50 am
I envy you. Have a good time and don’t strain anything carrying back your loot. Even when I ran a dealers table back in the seventies at comic book conventions I was always lucky if I came out anywhere near even between sales and purchases. Sometimes I was lucky if I left myself enough gas money to get home. The collecting bug has a terrible appetite.
April 22nd, 2010 at 3:39 am
I’ll be driving out to Windy City with three other collectors. We’ve rented a van to transport all our books and pulps. It’s ADVENTURE magazine’s 100th birthday and I have to celebrate that! Old movies, auctions, art exhibit, pulps, and friends. Time to overdose on our pulp addiction.
April 23rd, 2010 at 3:03 am
Happy hunting!
April 26th, 2010 at 3:51 pm
Most of my money was spent on books produced in this recent and very welcome wave of reprint material, but as a rarity for me, I did buy three pulp magazines, two DETECTIVE STORY from the 1920s or 30s and one NEW DETECTIVE from the early 1940s.
I remembered to take my camera, so for the benefit of those not able to go, I’ll do my best to get them posted soon.
And Walker may be persuaded to explain how it happened that he was the winning bidder on three large lots of love and romance pulps during Friday night’s auction.
Or perhaps David’s last line says it all: The collecting bug has a terrible appetite.
If I’d have had a way to have gotten them home, I’d have bid myself. You should have seen the van he, Ed Hulse and two others drove there in.
I’m just jealous, that’s all.
No matter. Everyone there had a great time, as far as I could tell, including me.