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Lighting The Flatwoods Fuse
by Alfred Lehmberg
PART TWO
When I awoke early on the seventh everyone had already been
up for awhile moving like a platoon of Army Ants. On the previous day, after I'd retired, it had been discovered
that the venue where the event had been planned was short required sound and
lighting equipment! Replacement equipment provided by the furious activity of Larry
Bailey's two younger sons drew too much power for the recently restored 50's
type movie theatre and was blowing fuses.
The sound and light boards needed to be virtually rewired, heavy klieg
lights had to be procured and mounted, colored gels and masks were cut and
affixed to carousels while rehearsals and run-throughs had to be completed—yesterday!
Where were the expected harsh shouts, finger-pointing,
hurtful allegations, angry accusations, and exasperated capitulations? Nowhere to be found, reader! In its stead was a calmness, ready
volunteerism, and sacrifice to common cause.
I had other things I probably should have been doing, but I even found
myself setting up Stanton Friedman's 35mm slide presentations or helping Doug
Gokey, one of the event security guys, set up the boards and displays of Feschino's
Flatwoods mini-museum.
Forgetting the preceding for just a moment, I report that I
was treated to encounters with my fellow Homo sapiens rather adding to
the unusual fellowship—fellowship so thick you could breath it like it was
oxygen enriched air:
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