After being gone for 2 1/2 years, I came back to FS following the publication of a book and other writing projects. After enduring a week of darkness during Helene's visit, I was invited by Rachelle and Gretchen to join them at a Fan Story convention in New Jersey. Following the hurricane and 7 days without electricity, TV, or cell service, I thought, "I can handle a day in New Jersey."

I went to Jersey and casually made my entrance at the convention in a stylish black tie, tuxedo, gold sequined cummerbund, and a hand-carved mahogany walking stick. I reminded myself of a ZZ Top song called, "Sharp Dressed Man." My tux was quite a departure from my typical shorts and tee shirt monogrammed with the words, "I Laugh at My Own Jokes."

Someone crashed into me, causing me to do a face plant on the shiny ballroom floor. I hurriedly grabbed my walking stick and stood up. I wondered if I was knocked over accidentally or on purpose.

While wandering around, I spotted many familiar faces and encountered several unfamiliar ones. As I don't consume alcohol, I was savoring a huge, ice-cold glass of black cherry flavored seltzer. I love that stuff. While I was on the brink of finishing my drink, I was jostled from behind, causing me to tumble to the floor for a second time. Following my second recovery, I made the decision to act. I walked into the reception area connected to the ballroom. I took out my Bob Dylan rubber face mask from my tuxedo vest pocket and put it on.

I walked back into the ballroom calmly but caused quite a commotion. A person yelled, "Hey! Robert Zimmerman is back."
Another person spoke up. "No way! That's Bob Dylan! He just thinks he's Robert Zimmerman."

While returning to North Carolina, I fantasized about auctioning off my tuxedo, tie, cummerbund, and mahogany cane on eBay. I think I'll hold on to the mask. Once again, I found myself laughing at my own joke.