the "Dammit". Because "Dammit, something else had gone wrong with it!" However, it took us across to the Ellik/Lewis house in jig time, where we picked up Nick and Mike, and went on a tour of Bever- ley Hills, palm tree lined streets, Hollywood, Sunset Boulevard,Graumans Chinese Theatre; they hadn't any wet cement that day, so we just looked. Then wanting to see 77 Sunset and Dinos, caused Bruce to pick up a parking ticket. From there, we went on to Forry Ackerman's house, a must on any fan tour of LA. Forry greeted us at the door. The same, gentle ever smiling Forry of the London'57 Worldcon. Ob- viously delighting in showing fans around his fabulous fantastic home. As Mike remarked in an awed voice when we were halfway through the tour. "You mean they're asking us to believe all this!" There were books, books, and more books. Where there weren't books there were magazines, or paintings or film posters, or plaques, and awards, or film stills, or robots, Robots that lit up, robots that flashed, dinky little robots, huge menacing robots, funloving robots, robots with smiles, robots with friends, robots in cars. And amongst the robots were mon- sters. Plastic monsters, rubber monsters, monsters that's trousers fell down. And around them were more kooks, magazines, signed photographs of famous actors, masks, more paintings, original magazine covers, rare editions of books, whole issues of magazines, and the walls were covered, and the floors were covered with books, magazines, models, paint- ings, film posters, movie stills through which wended small gang- ways that led you to steps down past more books and up stairs past more magazines with the walls hidden by paintings, sketches, posters, photographs, in the wonder- ful world of Forrest J. Ackerman and science fiction.