The city was pretty much the
way we had left it, even the
transport strike was still on.
Fred Patten once again met us
at the airport and we found
each other after a mix up
over flights and times which
was all our own fault fox not
doing what we had said we
would.
He drove us again to
Tom Digby's place, on the way
he commented that Robin
Johnson was in town and we
might be able to contact him
if we could find out where he
was. It sounded like a good
idea but a lot of trouble for
somebody we get to see almost
every week. There would be
the advantage of being able to
rent a car and see some more
of the city than we had last
time.
We arrived at Tom's flat and he let us in. On the couch sat a
pair of tartan pants with a body which was trying to hide itself. Only
Robin Johnson mould wear something like that so his little trick did
not last long and we ware glad to see him. In truth it made us realise
how much we had missed familiar faces even though the people we were
seeing were the nicest we could hope to visit.
The next day Robin arrived
in the little (and I do mean little) yellow car he had rented and we
drove off to see what was to be seen. We lunched at the Howard
Johnson's on the corner of Hollywood and Vine (they are as bad as you
had warned us they would be, Fred) and Robin said that if we waited
long enough we would meet somebody we knew, atleast that's the myth that
they spread around.
We didn't have to wait long, Leigh Brackett walked
past our table, and we chatted for a few minutes.
In the afternoon we went off and found Universal City
which cost a bit of money but provided some good entertainment. In the
evening we visited Forry Ackerman in the Ackermansion, which is an
impressive place and a real mansion to boot. He has a whole room full
of duplicate copies, none of the duplicates I would have wanted (like
AMAZING Vol. 1 Number 1) were cheap enough for my pocket.
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