I went to my first convention in years today. It was a weird experience.

As I walked the convention floor, I wondered about the strange subculture I’ve known for the majority of my life. I wondered whether I’ve gotten too old, whether I’ve got any place left in this Potter’s field of social misfits.

Then I realize it doesn’t matter. This is who I am, no matter how much they might think I’m not “with it” anymore. I’ve got room for love and worth in this foreign land.

An elder statesmen still has a place.

Doesn’t he?