Someone ran through the dealer's room just ahead of them (they were a very large crowd all dressed in their Sunday best and led by their preacher so they were moving sedately) and there was a certain amount of hustling as dealers took the most violent or sexy box covers and buried them under the tables. Most of the products there are innocuous (dice, lead figures, railroad games) and some are patriotic (the War College holds many, many panels at the convention)... but it would have taken one one flareup or outraged housewife to start a small conflagration. We in the Open Gaming areas were warned, too. Considering that one white-shoed preacher accused me of doing evil magic at a local Carl's Jr (I was working a cryptic crossword puzzle), their amount of tolerance for even playing games seems a bit limited. Anyway, I learned a long time ago as a dealer and art show exhibiter that matters go much better if you let somebody on ConCom know what you are up to, and occasionally they will even facilitate. Just don't embarrass them or the convention. Carolly