Oh damn, Burners are back

 

Burning up the road:

An SUV and box van loading up boxes of food and bottles of water on the south side of the Sparks Safeway.

A converted school bus with elaborate modifications eastbound on I-80. Biggest dang orange-yellow bus I ever saw. Metal grids welded to the rear projected a "hijacked prison bus" vibe.

A heavy-duty pickup truck, turn signal stuck on, towing a flat-bed trailer, aboard which rode a golden dragon, in sections, head facing into the wind.

Burners! Agh!

May the desert heat be with them.

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Caring, kind Nichelle Nichols

 

Late 1990s, Pasadena, California.

"Star Trek" and general SciFi fan Linda takes a cigarette break from a Grand Slam convention.

She returns, laughing, and reports:

I finished the smoke and stayed on the bench to watch a dozen industrious ants on the walkway. Bent over to get a close look. After a bit, a familiar voice said (paraphrasing) "Pardon me, but are you OK?"

I looked up to see the concerned face of Nichelle Nichols. I did look weird bent over like that.

I pointed at the ants and said I was watching them.

She bent down for a close look, and said (still paraphrasing), "Aren't they interesting? (pause) More interesting than this convention!"

Big smile as she joined Walter Koenig in walking toward the hotel.

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