(With apologies to James Dixon, wherever he may be.)
I suppose I need to write this for the Dixonians out there, as I expect you to come out of the woodwork in short order. I dislike typing the same thing over and over, so here’s a blanket statement to Dixonians:
I don’t engage in online tomfoolery. Over a quarter-century ago, I learned the futility of it. You see, I knew James Dixon. If you want to know the details of Dixon’s infamy, I point you to his section in my professional Web site’s The Hall Of Forgotten Fanac.