While putting together a packet of material to take to John Tudenham's gathering in Springfield, MO, late this evening, I was unable to find the photo album that I had taken to the Albuquerque convention. I thought, before I left the gathering Saturday night, I had been careful to make sure everything I brought came home with me, and I checked the room before I left ... but everywhere here that I can imagine stashing it has been searched without success.
I'll call the hotel tomorrow to see if by some chance they might have found it ... and there's a chance, if I'm lucky, that one of the convention attendees may have protected me on it. There also is a chance that it'll turn up in an unexpected place, as did my camera on our tour trip. I usually put the camera in my shirt pocket, and when I reached for it and it wasn't there, I panicked. I was sitting on it.
Some of the pictures I have uploaded to the NRC website, so some of them remain retrievable ... if I have lost the album ... but if I have lost it, I'll have to reconcile myself to the "it's only a hobby" thing and recognize that at age 74, I only have another quarter century to have enjoyed those pix!
And I do have some great pictures of some memorable people that I took in Albuquerque, to put a positive spin on it. On the way up to Springfield, I'll be stopping to visit with Scooter Segraves, in Northern Arkansas, just south of Branson, for a little one-on-one ... he'll also make an appearance at Springfield as well. I had hoped to be able to show him pix of some of the people he knew when he was active in the hobby 50 years ago.