The year that I chaired Windycon (and what matter what year that was?), the post factum consensus was that the venue was unsatisfactory, so ISFiC, the con’s parent, appointed Bob Beese and a couple of colleagues to find a new home. The committee lighted upon the Hyatt Regency Woodfield in suburban Schaumburg, which must have been a good choice, for the convention stayed there twenty years. In time the cadre of regular attendees learned to navigate its nonintuitive layout and grew familiar with the local restaurants, particularly the nearby Mongolian barbecue, which practically doubled as the con suite on Saturday nights.
But the union between a convention and a hotel is not eternal. The Hyatt changed, becoming more oriented toward business travelers and less enamored with crowds of casually dressed, late night roaming science fiction fans. The wonderful fifth floor set of rooms that had served as the con suite was frenchified and made unavailable to the con. Room rates gradually climbed. There was also, on the concomm’s side, a feeling that Windycon was stagnating, that too many years in the same comfy home made it easy to fall into routines that became traditions that became dogmas. When the latest multi-year contract expired, the ISFiC board of directors summoned Bob Beese from fannish semi-retirement and sent him out to find a new hotel. The upshot was that Windycon XXXI was announced for the Radisson O’Hare in Rosemont, just beneath the airport flight path.
The actual location turned out to be the Wyndham O’Hare. The facility didn’t alter. It merely changed affiliations in late October. Several attendees who took taxis from the airport found that the drivers didn’t know about the new name and had no idea of how to get to the “Wyndham”. Luckily, someone thought to plaster a large “Windycon” sign on the side of the hotel’s shuttle bus. In the end, I think that everybody found the con. I certainly hope that no prospective member wound up at the next closest Wyndham, about 20 miles away (not far, in fact, from the Woodfield Hyatt).
The new site had virtually no impact on attendance (about the same as last year’s 1,300), but a 30 percent drop in rates sparked a dramatic increase in room pickup. For the first time in many years, Windycon sold out its main hotel and had to send late registrants to the overflow. Breaking in the hotel staff also proved, so far as I could see, delightfully simple. The was one to-be-expected hitch: The restaurant manager didn’t believe the concomm’s estimate of how intensively fans would eat and didn’t have enough staff on hand. She says that she has learned her lesson and will do better next year. Also unfortunate was a certain vagueness at the local fire marshal’s office, which led to a last minute rearrangement of the dealers’ room. Beyond that, there were the traditional idiot setting off a fire alarm (fortunately at 8:00 p.m. rather than the middle of the night), a few routine check-in problems and a shortage of high-speed Internet connections (available only in random rooms). The last situation was mitigated by free wireless access in the lobby, though I had a fair amount of trouble getting a usable connection. (Others reported no difficulties, so perhaps my equipment is at fault.) All in all, things went swimmingly for a hotel debut.
Another debut was ISFiC Press, which was launched this year with the assistance of a grant from Chicon 2000’s surplus funds. Its first book, Relativity, a collection of short stories, speeches and essays by Windycon XXXI Author GoH Rob Sawyer, appeared at the con and seemed to be selling briskly. Publisher Steven Silver hosted a signing party for Rob and Jael, the cover artist, Friday night, drawing a moderate number of buyers and giving me the chance to learn that the next Sawyer opus will be Mindscan, which will feature the popular device of personalities uploaded into computers, doubtless with a few of the author’s typical unconventional philosophical twists. Unlike The Neanderthal Parallax, it is not the first volume of a trilogy. Rob admitted what was evident, I think, to careful readers: that he stretched the Neanderthal story to three books only because his publisher liked the economics of the package. Artistically, he prefers to tell a complete tale in one volume.
Owing to a scheduled panelist’s sudden illness, I was drafted for a program item, the first that I’ve been on at Windycon in quite a few years. The title was “Illegal Alien”, taken, like many other panel names, from a Sawyer novel, and the more informative subtitle, “How Science Fiction Looks at the Legal Profession”. Having three practicing lawyers (Charles Petit, Joel Zakem and me) address the topic was perhaps a miscalculation, as we went a bit overboard opining that writers who tackle legal themes need to pay greater attention to really important matters like standing, jurisdiction, venue and choice of law, and less to the Perry Mason stuff. The audience was a dozen or so, about ten more than I’d expected, and they had the courtesy not to walk out en masse.
Aside from ISFiC Press’s, the only party that I saw at any length was the one for the Chicago in 2008 bid, now firmly in the hands of new chairman Dave McCarty. I should mention, though, that author and sword dealer Mike Williamson threw a party in honor of his wife, who has just enlisted in the National Guard and expects to be ordered to Iraq to serve as a combat photographer. That news was a refreshing change from the general run of fannish anti-war, anti-Bush leftism. (I did, however, encounter a few “9/11 Republicans” at the con, and only one person regaled me with loony left conspiracy theories. His was that Colin Powell is secretly against the war but is being blackmailed by the Bush Administration into maintaining silence. Pretty minor league next to Michael Moore and Keith Olbermann.)
Turning to fannish politics of a more interesting variety, the bidcomm for Columbus in 2007 more or less declared that it will run again for 2008. Its proposed facilities sent representatives to Noreascon and were so impressed that they now desperately want a Worldcon of their own. Bid chairman Kim Williams made a pro forma effort to talk the Chicago committee into switching to some more distant year and, not surprisingly, got nowhere. Hence, it looks like two cities in the old Central Zone will compete, possibly to be joined soon by a Denver entry.
In other races, Kansas City, despite so far nominal opposition from Montreal (not even a Web site yet), is an overwhelming favorite for 2009, Melbourne is unopposed for 2010 and likely to stay that way, and there continue to be rumblings of a Washington bid in 2011, contingent upon the advent of an adequate hotel adjacent to the D.C. convention center. For the 2007 NASFiC, bids have been announced for St. Louis and Ocean City, Maryland, the former backed by the long-running Archon regional, the latter by the Baltimore Science Fiction Society. For my sins I am the NASFiC site selection administrator and so must refrain from commentary. The voting will take place at next year’s NASFiC, CascadiaCon.
Update (11/16/04): I neglected to mention one other hotel problem, an instance of too much of a good thing: The Wyndham provided free parking. Unfortunately, there was too little of it. There was an overflow lot, but so far away that one had to take a shuttle back to the con. One old-time fan complained, “When’s the last time you had to ride a shuttle bus to a regional?”
It is an irritant, I suppose, but there would be more complaints at having to pay, and the lot at the Woodfield Hyatt used to get very full, too.