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From: "Dick Estel"
Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2006 13:01:54 -0700
Las Vegas CommVEx 2006
Since it’s been 110 degrees and more in Fresno, why not go to Las Vegas,
where it’s hot all year!
So I’m sitting in the Nevada Palace Hotel, several miles off the strip,
where there are still many opportunities to get rid of your money,
studiously avoiding the casino. I’m here instead to attend the 2nd Annual
Las Vegas Commodore Exposition (CommVEx), having (perhaps foolishly)
volunteered to come and help out and see what such an event is like.
A bit of background info is necessary here. Commodore, with the C64 and
C128, was the best selling computer brand ever, offering a very versatile
machine for a reasonable price back in the 1980s. The company moved on to other, much less successful models, and eventually went out of business in April 1994 (the name has been resurrected by another company, but they do not plan to produce anything that would resemble Commodore’s flagship models).
I acquired my first computer, a Commodore 64, in the fall of 1987, when
Sears had them on sale for $199. I was interested in word processing and
data base work, and was able to do the basic things I wanted to do.
However, I soon realized I needed more help than I could get from the
often vague manuals. In the spring of 1988, I learned about the Fresno
Commodore User Group/Sixty Fourum from my colleague at work, Don
McClellan, who also had a C64.
I joined the club, and over the years, served as newsletter editor, vice
president, president, and finally treasurer. As the C64 and C128 fell out
of favor and Windows-based PCs began to dominate, our membership
declined, but there were always a few diehards to keep it going, and a
few clever programmers and hardware experts to make the computer do
things its designers never thought it could do.
While the basic Commodores were designed to read and write data using
only a floppy disk, they now can work with hard drives, Zip drives and
CD-ROMs. The very slow processing speed was overcome in the late 90s
with an accelerator unit that multiplied operating speed by a factor of
20. You can access the Internet and get Email, although the graphics on
web pages can’t be seen.
Even though I switched to a PC, and rarely use my Commodore, I remained in the club, partly for social reasons and partly just to see how far it would go and how long it would last. Meanwhile, a number of years ago our club was blessed with a new member named Robert Bernardo, who is now unofficially president for life and the main reason the club still
exists.
In its heyday, Commodore was the centerpiece at big computer shows in Las Vegas, Toronto and other locations, but for the last decade, Commodore shows have been small one or two day affairs, usually sponsored by local user groups. Robert attended several in the mid-west, and about three years ago began discussing the possibility of a west coast show with the members of a club in Las Vegas. Thus was born CommVEx 1, with about 50 people attending last year. This was enough to justify a second show this year, and I decided that I ought to attend at least one Commodore show in my lifetime.
I left Fresno on Friday, July 28 at 6:15 a.m., and headed down Highway 99
and over the mountains on Highway 58, a route I seem to take several
times a year. This time when I reached Barstow, I got on Interstate 15
and headed northeast to Sin City. The drive was long but uneventful. No
trailer this time, so I was able to take the Honda, and am getting
double my usual mileage on long trips, and traveling 15 to 20 MPH faster.
I enjoyed a good lunch at Peggy Sue’s 50s Diner, a few miles east of
Barstow at the Ghost Town Road exit. I recommend this place for the
food, and also for the 50s décor and gift shop full of useless but cool
stuff, including the essential Elvis and James Dean items.
I got to the edge of Vegas about 2:30, but spent I don’t know how long in
5 to 20 MPH traffic on the Interstate until I reached my exit. Traffic
moved at normal city speeds, 30 to 45 MPH, and I followed Tropicana east to Boulder Highway, where the hotel is located.
Robert had already registered, so I picked up my key and brought in my
luggage. I knew immediately I was in the right room – one bed, half the
dresser, and much of the floor were completely covered with Commodore
computers, keyboards, software, joysticks, and other odds and ends (when we later loaded it, it took two trips with the hotel luggage cart filled
to overflowing).
I set off for the Plaza Hotel & Casino, the site of the expo, to see if
Robert was there setting up. This proved to be more of an adventure that
I had imagined. I had called the Plaza earlier to try and find out if he
was there, but my call was transferred, then ended without reaching
anyone.
The directions I had received to the Plaza were vague, and I could not
find Main Street or the Plaza. I phoned the hotel and got directions,
but a dead-end street led me off in the wrong direction, and I found
myself back where I had exited from the I-515 freeway. I called the
Plaza again, and this time got clear directions that led me there in
minutes, after a half hour of frustration.
Hotels in Nevada don’t have the registration desk in plain sight; they
want you to pass through the casino first, so I had to ask directions,
then head for the third floor for the registration desk. They did not
know anything about our meeting and referred me to the bell captain,
back on the first floor. After several false stops (and many yards of
walking through the casino), I found the right place. The second person
I talked to knew who to refer me to, and phoned the convention
department. The lady I talked to knew immediately who and what I was
talking about and gave me directions to our conference room.
I went out and moved my illegally parked car to the hotel lot, and headed
back to the third floor, where I found Larry Anderson of San Andreas, CA,
and a dozen or so Commodore monitors. Robert soon returned from an
errand, and we discussed our next move, which was to return to the
Nevada Palace, load up the equipment from the room, and return to the
Plaza.
Along with a badly-needed rest and snack break for Robert, this proved to
be a two-hour task, which included loading the equipment, going to Office
Depot for some markers, paper to use for signs, and push pins; and a
useless journey to buy snacks for the meeting at Smart and Final, which
had closed just ten minutes before our arrival.
We got back to the Plaza where we found Larry, now quite hungry and ready to go eat, along with a number of folks who had arrived from around the country and stopped in to see what was happening in the room. We also found that Larry thought we would pick up his wife from their room at the Palace and bring her with us to go eat, but neither Robert nor I had picked up on this information.
We decided to bring in the equipment, and with a bigger cart (and a
bigger bellman), we brought all but a few hand carried items in one
trip. But there was a delay in starting this job… Robert had just
received a DVD which contained a brief talk by three of the engineers
who designed the Commodore way back when. The fanatics in the room
wanted to see it immediately, so they spent 15 or 20 minutes trying to
get it to play in a laptop. This proved unsuccessful, so they decided
they could wait till the official presentation the next day, when we
would have a DVD player and a large screen TV.
We finally got the equipment brought in and unloaded; then we starting
matching up computers with monitors with keyboards, plus rounding up all
the required cables. We got four or five units ready to go, by which time
everyone was exhausted and ready to leave. We closed up the room and
headed back to the Palace about 11:15.
Larry decided that he and his wife would eat there, while Robert and I
went up the road a couple of blocks to Sam’s Town. By the time we
ordered, it was after midnight, and by the time we got back to the room,
and got ready for bed, it was after 2 a.m. (My usual bedtime is 11 or
so, and I rarely get up before 8, so it was a very long day for me).
Robert asked Larry to call him at 7 a.m. Saturday, so the phone rang way
too early for me. Robert had to buy candy (M&Ms that were to be put in
little boxes as a gift to each attendee), and a few other items that we’d
discovered we’d forgotten or just didn’t have, so he wanted to be out the
door by 8, and get to the Plaza by 9. The official opening time was 11
a.m., but there were people who needed to get in and set up.
I stayed in bed for a while, but could not get back to sleep, so after
Robert left, I went out and jumped in the swimming pool to wake up. I
dried off and got ready to go, deciding to stop at Denny’s for a small
breakfast. I was going to collect admission at the door, and there are
no lunch breaks, so I wanted to have something to eat in case I didn’t
get a chance to eat lunch.
I got to the Plaza a little before ten, and found more Commodore fans had
arrived and were talking with each other, setting up equipment, or
wandering around looking at the various items on display. While the
standard Commodore 64 and 128 sold in the millions, events like CommVEx usually bring in some lesser known equipment – prototypes, products that were made for sale in other countries, and other interesting stuff. One example is a machine made for use in Europe that competed with the early Nintendo machines. It is nothing more than a C64 with no keyboard and no disk drive connection, just ports for cartridges and joysticks. It is just as usable for game cartridges as any standard Commodore, but it’s an oddity to most people.
I was in charge of money – collecting admission and selling raffle
tickets. Robert had put up a substantial chunk of his own funds to rent
the room. By the start of the show he had recovered all but about $300
through donations from several computer clubs and on-line sales of
raffle tickets. However, he was somewhat worried about covering the
remaining costs, since it had been very close last year, and turnout
tends to fall off after the first occasion of events like this.
We had a little over 25 people attending (at $10 each), and did well with
raffle sales, and by mid-afternoon we had covered expenses with some to
put toward the next event.
The program was fairly informal, but we had demonstrations throughout the day, including a couple of different discussions of ways to transfer
files from Commodore computers to Windows-based PCs.
We also had door prize drawings, tickets for this included with the cost
of admission; and one drawing for the four major raffle prizes, for which
tickets were sold separately (the rest of the big prize drawings would be
held on Sunday). In between these activities people played with different
programs, discussed the joys of Commodore, and generally enjoyed the
company of others who still think there is life in this so-called
obsolete machine.
Needless to say, there are a number of other events going on in
the hotel. Around the corner from us is Fantasy Pinball, which goes 24
hours a day, and has several dozen pinball machines set up, as well as
related merchandise. Also nearby is a roller derby convention, so we’ve
enjoyed the sight of roller girls in their costumes – fishnet stocking,
heavy tattoos, punk and Goth styles, etc. None of them are old enough to
remember when roller derby was a staple of prime time TV. The referees
are men who wear skirts.
When our show ended Saturday, about a dozen people decided to go to a
roller derby competition at another location. I thought this might be
interesting for ten to fifteen minutes, so I went back to the Palace
with Larry, and along with his wife, had the buffet dinner at the nearby
Sam’s Town.
I got to bed at a reasonable hour, but Robert did not get in until his
usual 2 a.m., having gone to the roller derby, then to Henderson, about
ten miles away, to take care of his email.
July 30: We got up at a civilized hour this morning, and got into the
Plaza room about 11:30. The majority of people who were here yesterday
returned, along with one gentleman who was making his first appearance.
Right now I’m guarding the door (a very easy job today), working on this
report, and trying to stay awake.
We had people attending from Texas, Oregon, Washington, Wisconsin,
Colorado, Arizona, Illinois, California, and of course, here in Las
Vegas. There was also a gentleman here from Denmark, who’s been enjoying the Commodore since he was a kid. One of our special guests was 7-year old Connor who was here with his father. Connor charmed everyone, ate as many M&Ms as we’d let him, and found some big kids to play with in some multi-player games.
It’s now 5 p.m.; we’re scheduled to go till 7 but I’m hoping people start
leaving early, since I am very tired, and we have to take everything out
of the room tonight. This will probably conclude my report, since there
shouldn’t be much to say about packing up, getting through the final
night, and driving home on Monday. We’re spending tonight here at the
Plaza, so at least we don’t have to drive across town.
Photos from the Expo will be on line at www.dickestel.com/vegasexpo06.htm one of these days.
Epilogue:
Some people associate Las Vegas with gambling, and there are indeed many opportunities to risk your money. I’m not a very big fan of gambling, having found so many ways to get rid of money without going near a casino. However, I usually put a few dollars in the slot machines, and almost always help finance other people’s winnings. Saturday I had to go down to the main floor to get my parking ticket validated, so I decided to play two dollars on the quarter slots. To my surprise, I won about $18 on my second roll. I played about two or three more rolls, then
cashed out.
On Sunday in a fit of madness, I put $20 bill into a machine, vowing to
cash out when it got down to $10. I won a few small jackpots, just
enough to keep me within a dollar of my original investment, then
started to go down roll after roll. I alternated between one-credit and
two-credit rolls, and when I was down to a little over $15, hit a
jackpot on a two-credit roll. The machine began dinging and ringing up
credits faster than I could count, and when it stopped the next button I
pushed was the “Cash Out” button. When my ticket printed, it read
$105.25.
With a lucky streak like this, I could not resist one more fling, so
after dinner Sunday night I put a $5 bill into another two-credit quarter
machine. This was soon gone, and I was going to leave, but decided to
try a different machine. With another $5 bill, I soon hit a jackpot that
doubled my $10 investment, so off I went to the room, hoping to get a
good night’s sleep in preparation for loading equipment and the long
drive home on Monday.
Dick Estel
Fresno CA
The July 29-30 CommVEx v2 - a report
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