Day Two in SF, packing up and heading East..

We staggered in on Sunday around 9am. The show opened at 10am and ran until 5pm. There was again a small crowd waiting to get in and traffic, while slightly lighter, was reasonably steady on Sunday. Interestingly, and important for our weekend, people seemed more willing to pull the trigger today.

I bought some great/fun stuff...mostly on behalf of clients, some for stock. I picked up a nice, inscribed copy of Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales for Eli (he will probably want to hand-sell it in Greenwich Village). I also bought a great little collection of P.K. Dick material from Brian....and sold him some nice west coast Beat material. Overall, the fair was great fun...reasonably strong selling, great buying...almost an over-abundance of options (there were a *lot* of dealers).

I discovered a good thing: When "packing up" entails just packeding ones books into crates and leaving them to be taken away, packing up is relatively painless. We said goodbye to people and went to dinner before heading out to the airport.

Our plane was late, but the airline was kind enough to call us around 6pm to tell us so, and we were thus able to reschedule our shuttle a bit later and have one last dinner in SF (Indian). We made it out to SFO, boarded about when we expected (1am) and I took some TylenolPM and slipped into a slightly contorted coma (though we did get emergency exit rows, which made the trip much better). Landed in Boston, caught the express bus at the airport, watched the Italian Job and were deposited at our car. I had fantasies about getting work done today....but I think a continuation of my coma state is probably the best idea. Can't wait to go out next year. [N.B. There are some bonus pictures and as soon as I unpack my camera, the likilihood of them getting posted radically increases....]