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As you read through the available archives of the OSFAN zine, you start to get a sense about who these people were. They were a boisterous, goofy, outgoing group of nerds, many of them teens, who had a ton of in-jokes. In fact, the majority of the issues were JUST in-jokes. Every issue had a bit of news about upcoming cons worldwide, some reviews, and then recaps of their own meetings and parties. Every one of those articles was dripping in in-jokes. 11/
![HEY PRES! YOU FORGOT TO ADJOURN!!
Sunday, March 15, dawned bright and beautiful, delivered as requested, from a small green alligator, a day fit for the gathering of OSFA. Yours truly, the keeper of the flame, arrived at Oak Hall Park close upon the hour of 2 pm. Smiling Bob McCormick was already there, as were Jim Theis and Walt Stumper. Railee and Stephanie Rothman were wandering around the museum to pass the time, since, unfortunately, the door to the meeting room was locked.
However, aid appeared in the form of Mike, collector of tickets. This affable gent, the object of Chris Ruble's innocent flirtation at the last meeting, cheerfully went to search for a key. Alas, no key was forthcoming, but he did bring information that the key was had by a museum guard presently in the natural history building. A quick trot to that vicinity and the March OSFA meeting moved into more appropriate quarters.
At last, settled and comfortable, the realization dawned on us that Doc Clark, beloved prexy [president], was not present. The universal sentiment was sorrow mixed with a little Faugh! "We'll start without him." A moldy tape recorder, threaded and ready, under the mechanically minded hands of Walt Stumper, revealed itself to be a discription of the Apollo 8 flight. But the defective tape recorder and the arrival of the Watson mob, Sally, Molly, and Sue, distracted from the full enjoyment. More entertainment was forthconing when two Couches (or Couchi), Mike and Norbert, tromped](https://stockroom.wandering.shop/media_attachments/files/111/354/389/750/875/600/original/b3e22beb3aa4697a.jpeg "HEY PRES! YOU FORGOT TO ADJOURN!!
Sunday, March 15, dawned bright and beautiful, delivered as requested, from a small green alligator, a day fit for the gathering of OSFA. Yours truly, the keeper of the flame, arrived at Oak Hall Park close upon the hour of 2 pm. Smiling Bob McCormick was already there, as were Jim Theis and Walt Stumper. Railee and Stephanie Rothman were wandering around the museum to pass the time, since, unfortunately, the door to the meeting room was locked.
However, aid appeared in the form of Mike, collector of tickets. This affable gent, the object of Chris Ruble's innocent flirtation at the last meeting, cheerfully went to search for a key. Alas, no key was forthcoming, but he did bring information that the key was had by a museum guard presently in the natural history building. A quick trot to that vicinity and the March OSFA meeting moved into more appropriate quarters.
At last, settled and comfortable, the realization dawned on us that Doc Clark, beloved prexy [president], was not present. The universal sentiment was sorrow mixed with a little Faugh! \"We'll start without him.\" A moldy tape recorder, threaded and ready, under the mechanically minded hands of Walt Stumper, revealed itself to be a discription of the Apollo 8 flight. But the defective tape recorder and the arrival of the Watson mob, Sally, Molly, and Sue, distracted from the full enjoyment. More entertainment was forthconing when two Couches (or Couchi), Mike and Norbert, tromped")