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,