Dearest Nichelle, I was a 16 year old kid and you told me to call you Nichelle and so I do now. But that weekend at Galacon in Virginia Beach in 1984, you were the splendid Empress for me that the world has come to know. My friend and fellow con committee member Jay Roscoe had broken his dominant arm a few weeks before the con. Saturday night at dinner with Jay’s wife Billie and the rest of the committee, you, and George Takei (but not Walter), you fed Jay his dinner.