TAFF - pg 15 Norman got me on the tube and told me which station to get off at & how to find Ted's office. Eventually, I arrived and later on Ken got there & we had a nice time greeting each other, again. It had been 1955 when we last saw each other, and I told him he looked quite different without the beard. The beard came in for some joking when we remembered how the Sharonville Police had stopped him as a suspicious character. I said I hoped the London Bobbies wouldn't be after me. The three of us had lunch at Ted's favorite restaurant & then Ken & I beaded for Picadilly Circus and Monument Tower, two stops on the way to Ken's house so that I could take some photos. At Picadilly a tout came up an asked me if I wanted to see the Guards [which I knew were only down the street a few blocks away). I was going to string him along a bit, when Ken came over and asked who was on that day, the Reds or the Blues? The tout took one look at Ken and asked if he was with me. Ken said yes and zip, the tout was gone. He probably thinks to this day that Ken was there first with the sucker. We got to Monument Tower and walked up 311 steps to the top. Ken said he'd never been up there. Finally, gasping with the exertion of our climb and with the rarefied air, we got out on the marrow platform for an excellent view of London. The Tower Bridge was up, letting a ship pass through and for the next 45 minutes or so, I shot stereo and then inter- changed lenses for the 35 mm format. The clouds alternately came and went over the sun and it was one of those days where you have to meter every shot. It even came up a rain shower while we were up there. There was a uniformed guard at the top of the stairway, and I specul- ated with Ken over whether he carried his lunch and if he had a private space somewhere, otherwise he'd have those 311 steps to face every time he answered a call of nature or went out for lunch. We both decided that job was not for us. Going down the steps was a bit easier but nevertheless, the bench out- side was a good place to collapse on. No sooner had we sat down than Ken jumped up with a loud cry. I couldn't figure out if he'd sat on a tack or a nearby pigeon had bombed him. Neither one. He'd found a zlb pack- age of India Tea. His day was made. Success would surely follow. I said he'd better be careful...that might be a smuggler's "drop" and he'd get home and find a diamond in the center, or heroin, etc. Ken asked to borrow my camera, saying he wanted to take a picture of me & the tower together. I showed him how to work it & there he lay, flat on his back, in the middle of the street! I have a stereo to prove it. Cars either had to detour, or wait for him to get up & move. The sight would have been a little less unnerving if he hadn't had my camera. We stopped by Pan American's office to see if I could change my date of return to May 1st from April 30th. They didn't give me much encour- agement & put me on a standby list of some 15 people. We'd have to hope for a cancellation, which wasn't too likely.