QLers in the Oak Ridge

My small commuter prop plane was swooping low over a lush, green region. Everywhere I looked I saw small hills covered with a thick growth of trees and shrubs. Rivers flowed, their water dark and sluggish. Scattered throughout this rich landscape were houses tucked between trees, roads winding through the land, and the fast approaching runway of the local airport. As I wearily waited for my plane to land, I started to feel the excitement. Even after a night long series of flights from California, I was finally here. My job was far behind. In front of me, QLers were gathering from all over the world. This trip promised to be a quick and intense gathering of one of the most determined and fun groups of computer enthusiasts you will find anywhere. I had arrived at the 3rd Annual North American QL Show.