No trip to an adjacent planet would be complete without a woman whos head is larger than yours, almost alarmingly so.
Long had a . . . a lengthy career as a pulp writer, and was friend of H. P. Lovecraft. Cautionary tale for aspiring writers:
Long died on January 3, 1994 at the age of 92 at Saint Vincent's Catholic Medical Center in Manhattan. He was survived by his wife, Lyda. Due to his poverty, he was interred in a potter's field for indigents. Friends and colleagues, on learning of this indignity, had his remains moved and reinterred at New York City's Woodlawn Cemetery, in a family plot near that of Lovecraft's grandparents.
Despite a seven-decade career as a writer, he had died impoverished after many years living in the Chelsea District of Manhattan.
He can be heard addressing the first World Fantasy Convention in 1975, here.