by Eileen Parzek
Once each year in the 90's, I'd hop on a train down to NYC to go to one of the big computer conventions at the Javitts. I'd meet web acquaintances for lunch, and we'd spend the day wandering the enormous space laughing at booth babes and filling up our bags with loot til our feet bled and our shoulders cried. I'd return to Albany late at night, laden down with promotional products and free magazines. I still have some of the strange and amusing take aways from the pre-dot-come-bubble-burst days.
But, alas - the last show I went to in 2000, the pickin's were so slim, it hardly justified the train ride.