Steve and Joe, punchy already on Day One. Based on the way most folks carried themselves at this year's convention, you'd be hard pressed to find evidence that the pandemic is only just now--possibly, hopefully--winding down. "I see a lot of old white guys without masks," my pal Jared noted about the Historicon photos he was seeing on social media, and he wasn't wrong. Mask wearing was sparse, elevators were full, and the flea market known as Wally's Basement was elbow to elbow whenever they opened it back up for a new round of shopping every two hours. I confess that I let my guard down for most of my time there, which for me started late Thursday afternoon and lasted through Sunday morning. I wore a mask whenever I had to ride an elevator because that seemed like a potential swirling vortex of viral entrapment, but otherwise I somewhat resignedly went with the prevailing approach of hoping that a double boost of the vaccine would keep me from death's
A Tabletop Field Marshal's Campaign Journal