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Leiber, Fritz, 1910-1992. The Small Saga of the Baycon - Page 1, front. Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries. University of Houston Digital Library. Web. December 16, 2018. https://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/1984_003/item/276/show/270.

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Title The Small Saga of the Baycon
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  • Leiber, Fritz, 1910-1992
Description A short narrative written by Fritz Leiber describing his trip to Baycon.
Donor Fritz Leiber; Justin Leiber
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  • Science fiction, American
  • Fantasy fiction, American
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  • Leiber, Fritz, 1910-1992
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Original Item Location ID 1984-003, Box 57, Folder 2
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Transcript ■-• a- j THE SMALL SAGA OF THE BAYCON: It began with an incident highly f f indicative of the narrator1s peculiar weaknesses and strengths of character: I got as far as Oxnard, found I'd left my shirts and dark suit hanging in the closet and drove back for them. Finally got Q,£X by 10 A.M. (after that 100-mile shakedown cruise), this time 'taking Topanga to the Valley Route north, so as not to go stark raving mad from the second repetition of the coast scenery. Stopped for lunch beyond Santa Barbara in the little roadside town of Buellton, home of Anderson's Pea-Soup Restaurant and very little else. However, I thriftily decided to have ham and eggs at a little cafe next door to Anderson's. Tap on my shoulder and who should it be but Al Lewis, Ted Johnston, Bruce Peltz and one other fan, all bound on the same safari as I—in Al's Pugeot. They'd made the same (possibly) thrifty decision. L I set out ahead of them, feeling much better now that I knew there were friends on the road behind me. At San Louis Obisbo I took the Salinas Valley route. Inland. Hot. Kept ahead until King City (ah, that fatal spot, just a shade better than Globe Arizona!) where I had a piece of pie and we decided afterwards they must have passed me. Got into Oakland a bit after 8. This time it seemed a beautiful city to me. There's a central freshwater lake—Merit—full of little sailboats and surrounded in part by white civic buildings. (Next time I'm there I must hunt up Jack London Square and a few other spots [It's more his ftftf£ home city than Frisco].) The Con paid my rent for three days at the Leamington and it turned out to be a nice enough hotel. However we shared it with another convention—that of the Canadian Legion, believe it or not, out for a frisk in their sister nation. The Canadian Legion, I report with regret, seems to be exactly like the American Legion with bagpipers. These last, in kilts, were mostly adolescent— grandsons and daughters, I imagine. Same squiffed old boys, wistfully wishing they were young enough to embark on serious mischief. Same only slightly less squiffed wives. A bellowing of old ###£### songs and jamming of elevators. Scotch voices. Off to San Quentin bright and early Saturday morning, via the Richmond Bridge. Rog Phillips Graham's creative writing class seemed exactly like any other such class, except maybe a touch more businesslike than most. About 30 of them. One of the cons had a pet linnet a few weeks old—I thought I'd jumped into William Gresham's fine short story "The Dream-Dust Factory"1 But then the bird dirtied the floor, showing it was more than (VAcLft-t^Y a construct of the imagination.A This same guy told me that Jb^J^i^L 0 hundreds of cats flock into San Q. to become pets and have food smuggled out to them from the Dining Hall. (This one bi information was to me worth the whole trip.) It turned out then that I was supposed to be a visiting lecturer, so I gave a tasteful little talk starting out with Jack London's The Star Rover (for obvious reasons), the prison careers of Walter Raleigh and Dostoyevsky in their "correctional facilities" (this got a laugh) in the Tower of London and Siberia. Finally a heartfelt message on the theme that: I don't write what I know about so much as what I want to know about. (Creative writing as exploration of self and world.) Then Forry Ackerman —Rog's other guest—lectured the other half—stuff the class ate up on agenting and editing; they were especially interested to hear a bit about plagiarism, as they'd just been having an involved case of it in class and (like cons do, I believe) had worked it up into an involved cause celebre with three ot four sides to be on and dozens of interpretations. I was a bit surprised to find that Rog does the work gratis . | (he isn't looking well these cLays—has an aneurism). But he'#s bit of .,>.„-,,■ mmm-<