We brought up a big table from the building's storage room for people to draw and record stories about Dilliams. Because the table was so grungy, someone thought to cover it over with a roll of butcher-type paper. I wish there had been a gambler amongst the set-up gang; I would have bet both nickels in my bank account that the paper would be covered in just a few hours. There is a sketchbook going around for that purpose too, which I hope is taken to cons to be filled by all the people Dylan touched but who couldn't be in Portland today.
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