Also at the con I picked up a copy of Philip K. Dick’s A Scanner Darkly, one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. Black humor about stoned-out guys losing their raps. Getting onto the train out of Brighton after the con, I was reading Scanner, and laughing so hard that I left my suitcase on the platform. I suddenly realized this as the train started to move. Jumped back out in the nick of time.