The city was pretty much the way we had left it, even the transport strike was still on. Fred Patten once again met us at the airport and we found each other after a mix up over flights and times which was all our own fault fox not doing what we had said we would. He drove us again to Tom Digby's place, on the way he commented that Robin Johnson was in town and we might be able to contact him if we could find out where he was. It sounded like a good idea but a lot of trouble for somebody we get to see almost every week. There would be the advantage of being able to rent a car and see some more of the city than we had last time. We arrived at Tom's flat and he let us in. On the couch sat a pair of tartan pants with a body which was trying to hide itself. Only Robin Johnson mould wear something like that so his little trick did not last long and we ware glad to see him. In truth it made us realise how much we had missed familiar faces even though the people we were seeing were the nicest we could hope to visit. The next day Robin arrived in the little (and I do mean little) yellow car he had rented and we drove off to see what was to be seen. We lunched at the Howard Johnson's on the corner of Hollywood and Vine (they are as bad as you had warned us they would be, Fred) and Robin said that if we waited long enough we would meet somebody we knew, atleast that's the myth that they spread around. We didn't have to wait long, Leigh Brackett walked past our table, and we chatted for a few minutes. In the afternoon we went off and found Universal City which cost a bit of money but provided some good entertainment. In the evening we visited Forry Ackerman in the Ackermansion, which is an impressive place and a real mansion to boot. He has a whole room full of duplicate copies, none of the duplicates I would have wanted (like AMAZING Vol. 1 Number 1) were cheap enough for my pocket. 79