Well I got back from Arizona by the skin of my teeth. Everything went well (except I forgot to take pictures of what I went there for: to see my great Uncle George) but the ride home - the last hour - was hellish due to a torrential downpour that started just east of Los Angeles and didn't stop until about...midnight. Overall, though, it was good to get away from the pain of last week.
My Uncle George, who is 91, is my grandfather's half-brother. He's still in great shape and such a joy to be around. His two sons and their wives joined us for dinner and we chatted about various things. George also shared a story of spending time with Paul in the 1930s that was hilarious, but I can't share it publicly. Let's just say it involved a rite of passage, christened by plenty of whiskey.
And this week started off well with finding out that I've been asked to join a panel at this year's Pulp Fest that will focus on Pulp Writers Granddaughters. Karen Cunningham, granddaugher of Frederick C. Davis, (Operator #5, among other magazines) and Nicky Brown, granddaughter of Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson, (writer for the adventure pulps and founded what eventually became DC Comics) will be the other panelists. I'm so looking forward to this - it kind of takes the sting out of the fact that I won't be able to go to the Windy City Paper & Pulp Convention coming up next month (and I was really dying to go to that Friday auction).
I'm thrilled and flattered that I was asked to be a panelist. After last year's panel on pulp Westerns, I figured I probably had met my panel quota for a while. Just goes to show that these pulp fiction convention people are gluttons for punishment.