More things seemed to happen to us in New York in three days than happened to us in a week in any other place. If that is the sort of reputation New York has it lives up to it well, and the fans help it along no end. In that city we seemed to see more, do more, and talk to more people than anywhere else and it was exhausting. But I wouldn't have missed a minute of it. Barry Smotroff put us up while we were there in a roomy apartment he shared wirh Steve Stiles. Steve was still away after DISCON and so we had the pleasure of sleeping in his bed and pretending to ride his exercise bicycle. Barry spent as much time as he had at his disposal looking after us (twenty-four hours a day) and seemed willing to fit in with whatever we wanted. If we wanted to go to the bank he knew where it was and the Baskin - Robbins was just a block or so away so there was always ice cream in the refrigerator. What more can a person want in this life? The base of our operations was the Proxima Puddle shared by David Emerson and Asenath Hammond in what is called The Village on Manhattan Island. Susan Glood was staylng there and after having met alI three of them at DISCON the continued association was welcome. The WorldGon was breathing it's last gasp in New York when we were there and we could rely on seeing Jim Young, Loren MacGregor or somebody else almost every elay which livened up the proceedings. New York is not a city that I would want to live in, crime or no crime. To visit it is a mecca but after a couple of months I think that most people would settle into a rut which would make all the extras which are available there rather uninteresting. Living there would be exhausting just trying to stay sane, there must be a limit to population over which a city cannot function properly for human beings and I think Necw York is ovar that limit. If the predictors of doom are correct and the big cities are going to collapse NTew York will be the first, but it will be a pity because in so many ways the place is a sort of monument to both the good and the bad sides of human nature. While the architectural wonders of Manhattar Island are a different sort of monument it is in places like the streets of the Village where the real events are happening, there is the feeling of activity which I've felt nowhere else and beside that the skyscrapers are just something to look at. When we returned to New York from East Providence we met Steve Stiles for the first time and spent the evening with him. He bought out his old issues of fanzines like Void and we spent the time looking through them. Asenath dropped in and stayed, together she and Steve told Bob Toumey jokes. The following morning Barry took us to the airport by taxi. The other time we'd ridden in a New York taxi it seemed like a normal car, the one we rode in then seemed like something of a mixture between an armoured car and an ambulance. Anyway there was enough room inside for ten armed soldiers. We passed the sites for the two World Fairs to be held in New York, there wasn't much left of either of them, some sort of brick structure from the '30's one and the big hollow metal globe from the one in the sixties. It also passed the Shea Stadium which meant something to the Beatles fan's hidden away inside. At the airport we got mixed up and confused by a bunch of people going up to see the America Cup races.