Sigh. Another giant, gone.
If you are a science fiction fan – and I mean a con-going, filk-singing, dress-up-in-costume fan – then you know about Forry. He was one of the last great holdouts from the Golden Age of the field, a guy who simply loved monsters and movies and rocket ships.
I think sometime very soon I’ll pop in a copy of “Five Million Years to Earth”, and raise a virtual toast to the man who delighted in the story, and in the society, of science fiction.