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'' | My first event was Borealis Yule, back in the late 1980s. I'd known about the Society almost from its beginning, but had only lived in one place that had a branch, and the people in it were, not to put too fine a point on it, odder than usual. I didn't go back after my first contact with them. | ||
Fast forward a bunch of years, and here I was in Edmonton. I reached the event site door just behind someone carrying a huge load of groceries, opened the door for them, carried some of the groceries for them, and worked in the kitchen the rest of the day. | |||
The rest, as they say, is history. | |||
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My first event was Borealis Yule, back in the late 1980s. I'd known about the Society almost from its beginning, but had only lived in one place that had a branch, and the people in it were, not to put too fine a point on it, odder than usual. I didn't go back after my first contact with them.
Fast forward a bunch of years, and here I was in Edmonton. I reached the event site door just behind someone carrying a huge load of groceries, opened the door for them, carried some of the groceries for them, and worked in the kitchen the rest of the day.
The rest, as they say, is history.