Albany is a very odd town, with nice buildings and handsome streets, but strangely lacking in population–so much so there are rumors that this is the initial site of the apocalypse. But despite an equally odd venue, the people are as fab as ever
(Please note the bones, and the Eiffel Tower, and if your screen is very good, my name Laurie Roi.) Oh yes, there are panels, some of which have me and some not, and there are thousands of books and tens of thousands of book discussions, and many glasses of substances washed down in many bars, and then BoucherCon will be over for another year.
And we all will be happy, full of chocolate and beer, and dragging suitcases stuffed full of new books.
Next year: Long Beach!