So, I was listening to my friend Susanna, who scorns SF but is heavily connected in the knitting community -- she may qualify as a moderately BNK (Big Name Knitter), if getting flown to exotic places like Japan and Minneapolis to teach Bohus knitting counts as Big -- talking food, and she mentioned that she knows this guy who's a quirky old retired
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And I guess I should pay attention and go the next time a tour is offered of the Lester property. If I had gone last year, you would have been one handshake away in another direction.
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Myself, I would be interested in a trip report if you do take the Lester property tour, and if I'd thought for half a mo, I would have bet you were the other person I knew who might have a connection with him.
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Yep. In New Orleans I let her smell the peel of the one I took with me, but I wanted to try to find seeds in it, and I didn't want to do that until I got it home, so we didn't eat it right there. More's the pity: I did eat it after I got home, did not find any seeds at all (sigh), and enjoyed it thoroughly; bet T would have liked it too.
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jon
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[original scribble] My mother made me a homosexual.
[added beneath] If I gave her the wool, would she make one for me?
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And, as you noted, it works the other way: Sf fans have such a magpie curiosity that you're bound to meet a fan who has their fingers in whole other worlds. When I was getting started in fandom (lo the millennia), a friend showed me a fanzine... from spelunkers.
Fandom reigns supreme. Or at least holds several nodes in the DNS server of the world.
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