...but it does seem like yesterday. For folks like Daryl, Brian, Cody and I, here in the longrifle desert, doing to Dixons was a life changing event. Among my fond memories: meeting Joe and Carolyn Flemish, Ron Gabler, numerous fine contributors to ALR including Roger Fisher, Don Getz, Allen Marin, Mark Weder, John Getz, Frank House, Mel Hankela, Eric Von Auschwege and his dad, John, Rich and Susan, Ed, Tom Curran and his kids, The Chambers family, Don Stith, Mark Wheland, Art DeCamp, Bill Shipman, a host of vendors from whom I purchased gobs of stuff, David Price, the Dixons, Jason Schneider, and dozens more.
I remember Brian Dancey laying on his bed in his gonch and T shirt in the Hampton, with the air conditioner throwing snow on us to keep us at decent temperature, going through the stuff he had purchased, and saying, " My mind is porridge!" Drinking GOOD American beer, eating steaks that overflowed the plate, watching my brother melt like an ice cream cone from the humidity and heat, and so much more.
