Once again Mia I left Windycon about 9AM Sunday morning to worship at St. Luke’s Episcopal Church in Evanston. The church is be doing well. Unlike last year, there was no outside crisis to threaten it. The Rector was absent that Sunday, but another priest presided.
Mia and I enjoyed Windycon 52. This year it had moved in time back to the 2nd weekend in October, where we first knew it. It had also moved it space to the Hyatt Regency O’Hare. As at our previous Chicagoland conventions, it was good to catch up with old friends, although this time part of it was to celebrate the life of one of them who is no longer with us.
Mia and I had a good time at Capricon 46. Unlike last year, it was held at the Marriott Chicago O’Hare. It was OK as a hotel, but compared to the Sheraton in downtown Chicago, it is in a culinary wasteland. There were no restaurants with in walking distance. We were stuck with the hotel restaurant (I hate monopolies) or what what we could buy from a well-stocked grocery store a quarter mile away. We did see some old friends again.
Mia and I left Windycon before 9AM on the morning of November 9. As we now regularly do, we went to St. Luke’s Episcopal Church in Evanston, where we had been members from 1977 to 1997. I immediately saw that the church was very full for the Twenty-second Sunday after Pentecost. The worship was as lovely as ever.
Mia and I enjoyed Windycon 51. Once again, it was it was at the Doubletree Oak Brook, like last year and the year before. As at our previous Chicagoland conventions, it was good to catch up with old friends.
Having a somewhat skeptical bent and a long interest in pseudo-science, an article on Medium about the Shroud of Turin caught my eye. For some background see Unraveling the Myths Surrounding the Shroud of Turin. The Shroud first appeared about 1355 A.D.:
Mia and I enjoyed Capricon 45. It was held at the Sheraton Grand Chicago, February 1-4, as it was when we attended last year and three years ago. As on those occasions, we were very happy to be at a con in downtown Chicago again, with an almost infinite supply of places to eat and drink in walking distance of the hotel. As in previous years, some of our Chicagoland fannish friends did not attend, but others did, and we enjoyed seeing them again.
I was in a discussion about church safety this afternoon, and I recalled a nasty murder at Stanford University’s Memorial Church in 1974. I was a grad student at Stanford then and often attend Memorial Church (“Mem Chu”). I had friends who were very active there. Afterwards I discovered that the murder was solved — in 2018.
