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An excerpt from Roswell, Vegas, and Area 51
Still no sign of aliens, and, in fact, the first indication that Roswell is a town in serious denial. “Roswell,” a fancy sign proclaims as you turn south into town, “Dairy Capital of the Southwest.”
Exactly who are they trying to kid? Two-percent milk and large-curd cottage cheese is not what Roswell is famous for. If it were, there wouldn’t be a flying saucer on the Wal-Mart sign, and Price’s Truck Stop wouldn’t advertise itself as the “Last Stop before Crash Site.” Tastee Freez’s marquee wouldn’t proclaim “Our Food is Out of This World,” and Captain D’s, “They Came for Fish.” The music store wouldn’t display their drums and guitars being played by a Beatles-like quartet of big-headed green aliens. And thousands of UFOers and conspiracy theorists and Trekkies and Vulcans and Klingons and scam artists and really gullible people wouldn’t descend on the town every July second for the UFO Encounter....
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 "Comedy is kind of like a pin poking at balloons--they don't explode unless they're already far too full of hot air." Connie Willis
An exclusive interview with Connie Willis
Connie Willis is the most-honored writer in the science fiction field. For her fiction she’s received six Nebula and eight Hugo Awards, not to mention a variety of other kudos such as the John W. Campbell Memorial Award.
For her efforts, she’s steadily become one of those writers who people “who don’t read science fiction” read, and then rave about to their friends. Her professional writing career began with typical strangeness some years ago in the confessions field with such epics as “I Called For Help on My CB Radio and Got a Rapist Instead!”
Connie Willis has an adult daughter, Cordelia, and presently lives in Greeley, Colorado, with her physics professor husband Courtney, bulldog Gracie, and a feline or two. To her best knowledge, she has never been abducted by extraterrestrials.
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Shipping and Returns 
