I’m in Provincetown, MA, this evening, after taking a red-eye flight from LA late Friday to Boston, landing in pre-dawn rain, then driving a rental car south and east and northward (the installed GPS navigation system was fun), via Plymouth Rock and the seaside villages of Dennis and Harwich and Chatham and Orleans, to this remote resort town, where by lucky chance I seem to have booked a room in the hotel with the best restaurant in town, the Crowne Point Inn. Between lunch and dinner we’ve eaten oysters, clam chowder, lobster, and other local delicacies. Over the next few days we’ll be winding our way across New England, to arrive in Sarasota Springs on Tuesday, to attend the World Fantasy Con. I have only a couple appointments or commitments for that weekend, so for the rest I’ll be playing it by ear. For those who will be there, I’ll see you then.

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