I recently spent the a weekend, well six days really, in the company of close to 6,000 fellow geeks. At CONvergence science fiction convention – 4 days of convention plus set up and tear down. It was a wonderful break from the pressures of the real world – the world that tells me daily to hide my geekiness. That’s not to say that there weren’t pressures. Actually quite the opposite. Both Sweetie and I are department heads, meaning we are two of the people responsible for making sure that the weekend goes off without a hitch. There were hitches, but that’s not what I want to talk about.
I have phrases from “Fiddler on the Roof” running through my head as I write this. It happens whenever I think about the traditions of my life, of American life, or of my characters’ lives. “Tradition” is the answer we give when we’ve forgotten why we do something. Why do we eat turkey for Thanksgiving? Tradition. Why do we bring a tree into the house and cover it with baubles? Tradition. It’s more than that though.