DAVROS:
Yes, that’s the one. The absolute worst. It might have been the summer of ‘83.
It was a miserable hot humid horror. It was the first and only convention that I went a long distance to (out of state).. I was young and went with three older people one of which was a heavy person with health issues. We stayed in somebody’s rural vacation place and drove to the stadium. We tried to make the best of it but after two hot torturous days where we got absolutely nothing out if it - we woke up the Sunday morning and said we had enough!..I was secretly glad.
We headed home instead. What a waste of time and gas! The only thing we got out of the weekend was that we went out to eat in Pennsylvania dutch style restaurants.