I’m travelling today. Got up early and dropped Noble Girl off for her high school math classes before driving to beautiful and scenic Portales, New Mexico, home of Eastern New Mexico University, to attend the 31rst Jack Williamson Lectureship.
The Lectureship was created when Jack retired from the university but this is the first one that he hasn’t attended and, as Connie Willis said (as the first speaker) we remeber the face the smile the voice but much is lost. I’m not going to repeat what was said earlier but here are links to previous posts about Jack:
I’m staying the night and tomorrow, along with Walter Jon Williams, Ed Bryant, Connie Willis, Rick Hauptman, and others, I’m caravanning out to the ranch, the homestead where Jack was raised, to see the shack where Jack wrote his first stories.
When Jack sold his first story, Isaac Asimov was eight years old. I want to touch that shack. I’m a rationalist but if there was any magic in the world, if we can absorb any bit of another’s talent and imagination, then I want his.
And even without touching his shack I can still pick up his work.