could see any lights. "No." I said. "I think we're lost," he said. "Yes" I said. From the amount of bumps we were going over it felt that we were off the road and running free on the desert. In front of us behind a line of hills, was a glow in the sky, but we guessed that they must be the lights of Los Angeles and turned round. We bumped back into the outskirts of Las Vegas and roamed up and down various roads until even the indefatigable Falasca began to think about going back into the main part of town and getting a beer. As we turned down a small side road to head back into the town centre some people came out of a house to look at us .. the noise, of course. At the same time we noticed the number of the house was the same as the one we were looking for, checked and found we were indeed in the right road so pulled over and up before the group of people grinning and banging in relief, only an hour or so after we'd phoned up from a mile away that we were on our way. Dwain Kaiser was a big pleasant boy, he and the group of young fans with him seemed pleased to see us, but not half as pleased as we were to see them. We all trooped into the house to collapse on divans whilst his mother: a cheerful smiling woman dispensed the long awaited cool drinks. Dwain's father had been looking rather doubtfully at us, travel-stained as we were with bristly beards and wild glazed looks in our eyes. We probably looked slightly different to the picture of worldly intelligent science fiction readers he'd been given by Dwain, but we explained how long we'd been on the road and he showed us where we could shower and shave and change into some fresh clothes.. A huge meal was waiting for us when we'd fresh- ened up. Both Dwain's mother and father were hospitality itself, especially to three grubby strangers, even if they were supposed to be connected in someway with their son's hobby. The meal over we went into the main room to sit around talking to Dwain and the other youngsters. It appeared that only Dwain himself was active in Science Fandom, the others were mainly comic book fans. They showed us their comic book fanzines, and talked airily of issues running out at a hundred dollars. Discussing the art in one of the 'zines I, in my innocence had to say truthfully that the draw- ings were ghastly, pointing out various examples of bad artwork. "I did them" said one of the youngsters. I gulped and had to launch into a rather discursive talk on art, perspectives, com- position, balance, and such. Ending with, "Well as you can see 30