Once through the swing doors I was in the airport foyer and amongst the group of fans, who had come down from the balcony and were waiting for me and I was shaking hands and being introduced to everyone. Elsie and Don Wollhiem, John Boardman, Steve Stiles, Andy Main, Dick Eney, Pat Lupoff and smiling banner holder, Dick Lupoff. Dick shook my hand enthusiastically and said, "Phil, we're glad you made it." "Dick", I said, "I have a confession to make, I am really Atom, in a clever plastic disguise". Everybody booed or cheered and we walked out of the airport doorway. I was still busy sorting everyone out. Dick Eney, was unmistakable. Big built, round faced, moustached. Don and Elsie Wollhiem, a littler older than the rest. John Boardman surprised me, knowing his extreme views, big, calm looking, with a full black moustache. I'd expected a more intense nervous type of man. He was wearing a vivid red shirt with a large tin button on it showing the back view of an elephant with the words "Goldwater is the living end" printed on it. Pat Lupoff was a slim, nice looking girl. Dick Lupoff, a well built person, with dark hair and heavy glasses, smil- ing widely and taking charge of things. Steve Stiles and Andy Main were the two youngest, and reminded me of young fans like Des Squire and Pat Kearney of London. We stood for a moment outside the building and for the first time I felt the heat and humidity. It was almost overpowering. The sun beat down with an intensity it had lacked in Britain. The air Felt different. I began to realize that indeed, I was in another part of the world. It appeared that we were all going to Don and Elsie's. John Boardman and myself with Dor, and Elsie in their car, the rest in the Lupoff's. We crossed the road and walked through a carpark full of large American cars with huge bumpers and license plates with little sayings on them, just like quotecards. Found Don's car and with Elsie driving, drove out of the carpark and down a long white highway bordered by scenery that was to me, so typically Amer- ican It was like watching a US chow on British T.V. The used car lots, almost hidden under bunting. The traffic lights, hung high above the middle of the road. The Cola signs. Mailboxes the same shape and size as rubbish receptacle. The American flag flying on flagpoles. Two large silver blimps in the sky a mile or so off. Circling the World Fair I was told by Don. We drove into the Rigo Park district, where Don and Elsie lived, drew up in front of their house, and went up the front steps into the cool of air conditioning, to relax with a tall drink and wait for the others to turn up. I opened my case and gave Elsie the present Ethel Lindsay had sent her, 7