Ever since Winston & friends staged the first Star Trek Convention in 1972 the phenom has been reproducing itself geometrically--in 1976 there were 40 cons from L.A. to New York and points in between. Which proves that there are still pointy-eared folk out there awaiting the return of Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock, and the starship Enterprise which has been hurtling about in space network-less since 1969 when NBC dropped 'em into a black hole. Like Beatlemania conventions, the assemblages of the Trekkies are pop events at which everyone can grok everyone else as they scramble for memorabilia, outer-space hardware, and oil portraits of the original cast, some of whom were guest speakers at Winston's five unearthly bashes along with go-anywhere, do-anything Isaac Asimov. The spirit of things is frenetic and campy, complete with Star Trek filksings (that's folksongs), annual trivia competitions, and Winston's running (as in a tizzy) reports on the travails of the organizing committee as it does battle with all sorts of Klingons (bad guys). The suspension of disbelief which these revels demand is pretty extreme.