see me, I'm a nice person. And the world accepts the statement because it is an obvious truth.

Those who know this person know that S is a good father, a good son, a successful businessman, a good husband, a credit- able citizen (he was a member of the city government in the town he used to live in, and, as such would pass around photos of Ann- ette to the members of the City Board), and just a darned nice guy all around. So if he wants to become a Big Blonde for a par- ty or a ball or just for fun, why that's just O.K. with everyone.

I'm afraid not many TV's can hope to get away with Annette's method. She's pretty unique, I fear. But it was a real thrill even to meet her. During my few hours stay, I talked with his wife, I chatted with the two family friends (one an elderly gentle- man, the other a young lady) who took the whole thing with com- plete aplomb; I had a long chat with Annette's mother who told me something of her qualms and worries when she first learned of her son's quirks.

When it came time to leave, I felt that I was in the home of a truly happy man. His mother took me by surprise when she sud- denly threw her arms around me and kissed me (I'm still a bit baffled). I was driven to the airport by the Big Blonde herself (my first drive with a TV) with her little 3-year-old daughter on the seat between us. As I got out of the car to make my plane, the little girl waved to me and called, "Come back soon." And Annette smiled and said can't you hang around another five min- utes, just another five minutes. But the plane was being announ- ced, and I had to rush, and waved good-bye, and soon was aloft in the darkness of the night, warm with good will and feeling that uplift of spirit that comes all too rarely in this world.

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