TAFF - pg 41 Ron made a couple of trips to drop us off at transportation centers and when I was with hem, I'd trigger off my electronic flash at people on the sidewalk, or at cars alongside of us at traffic lights. Their puzzlement at where the light came from produced various looks on their faces much to all our amusement. At the train station when we dropped off Ron & Ella, etc. a wo- man practically jumped in front of the car as we were making the turn. I gave her a flash & she thought she was killed for sure. Like New York only the parking lights are used at night for driv- ing. The street lights aren't really bright enough to compensate. At Inchmery that night people were passing around cards to be signed which they were going to mail to their friends. Remembering I hadn't written Madle a card as yet, I wrote on mine "Dear Bob: Your address book working out swell. Having wonderful time. Don." Then, I had all the women sign it and they added brief comments like: "Come back Bob, I miss you." "Do you remember? I do" I'm sure Bob appreciated me thinking of him while I was on my trip. Tuesday, April 19,1960 At breakfast this morning I saw Miss Bellamy of the flying saucers and we talked about the Aldermaston March of the previous day. She thought they made quite a collection of oddballs. I gave her my address, asking her to send me a copy of any colums she may have had published about the con or the March. Said she would but I'll wait & see. I packed up my gear & reluctantly had to abandon the British apple box Liverpool had presented to me at the con, complete with nails and a rubber hammer to assemble it with. The hotel housekeeper was delighted when I told her that she could keep the rubber hammer. What she'll do with it, I don't know. I turned in the projector & screen & got my deposit back and settled up my hotel bill. Got some film and the camera shop owner examined my camera & lenses. German & Japanese imports are restricted except in certain cases. I saw Les Flood to say goodbye to him and then settled down in the lobby to await Roberta Gray. At the hour of 12 she telephoned & said she'd overslept and asked if I could find my way to the station? It was Paddingtom Station and the Boots Chemists shop where we were to meet on the platform had been moved. I got my ticket and decided to wait at the old location and hope she'd find me. She did & then had to go get tea. Not feeling the need of being revived, I waited with our luggage. Bobbie tipped a porter to get us into a window location, knowing I'd want to shoot photos along he route to Cheltenham. We had a chance to settle down a bit & both of us were a bit weary with the after-con fatigue. Some soldiers were on the train and in the course of conversation it developed they were going home on leave and were stationed in Cyprus. I traded them some coins for some Cyprus and Israel coins they had. My son, Jim, had told me that he wanted sou- venirs as gifts when I got back from the trip; not clothes, like Terry & Matgaret wanted.