I just came back from this year's MediaWest*Con. (I'll reflect on the con in another post.) Something struck me during this past weekend. I have been in fandom for 25 years. In fact, it will be 25 years next month.
I started my journey into fandom when I was a kid. I got hooked on the Star Wars movies and collected a lot of the toys. Along the way, I also eagerly watched reruns of Star Trek and Lost In Space. I even got to see the pilot episodes of Buck Rogers and the original Battlestar Galactica on the big screen. A lot of my earliest movie memories were of such SF classics as Alien, Close Encounters and Star Wars.
Then one fateful day, I found an issue of Famous Monsters at the nearby pharmacy. My mom had picked up a few issues for me before, but this particular one featured Doctor Who. I had never heard of the show, but seeing pictures of Daleks, Cybermen and Sontarans just hooked me. I wanted to see more, but I didn't know how.
In 1980, my folks took me on my first trip to England. I was lucky enough to see the Madame Tussaud's Doctor Who exhibit. Also, I happened to be there for the only time in years they showed reruns on BBC. For 4 straight days, I watched State of Decay. (I didn't discover for years that it was a weekly show. It took even longer to find out how rare reruns were in Britain at the time.) I just absorbed the show. I knew THIS was the show for me. My mom bought me a few of the novelizations in Harrods. I read all 3 of them in a week.
Fortunately, one of the local stations started to carry the show. I watched the last episode of Robot (the first Tom Baker story) and just continued from there. This was my show. Every day at 5PM, I was glued to the screen as I watched the Doctor's adventures through time and space. I couldn't really talk about it though, since nobody else in my school watched the show.
In June 1983, Eastern Michigan University hosted the first King Con, a VERY local comic con, since I lived in Ypsilanti at the time. I went to see the artist of the Robotech comics*. (Robotech was my other obsession at the time and my gateway into otakudom.) I met the artist, got an autograph and sketch of Rick Hunter, then wandered through the rest of the con. That little con really opened up my world. Not only did I get introduced to a lot of comics that I never heard of (especially Doom Patrol) and bought a copy of Mechanoids (one of Palladium Books earliest books and my introduction to RPGs), I met my friend Bruce.
Bruce was running Doctor Who in a video room at the con. I sat down and watched it for a long while. Before I left, I picked up a flier for a group he was starting: Time Lords of the Great Lakes. I soon joined and was one of their youngest members (if not the youngest). I met several of my friends through that club. I even met Julie, my cube-mate at work, in that video room. Ever since then, I have been involved in various fan clubs and conventions to this day.
* I can kick myself now for not getting autographs from Neal Adams, Dave Sim and Frank Miller, who were also guests at the con. Then again, I didn't really get into comics until 1986, right around the release of Crisis On Infinite Earths. (I only started collecting comics, because the local comic shop of that time, Big Bob's Comics, carried Doctor Who Monthly.)