"powdered our noses" together etc. I tell you this as prologue to what happened the next day which I still chuckle over. On Wednesday morning I taped the "Here's Barbara" show over WMAL and then, having a little time before another taping at 2:30 I took a taxi to the Police Dept. I had previously written from California to ask the law in the District and was informed that cross dressing was no violation of itself. So, as usual I wanted to see the minions of the law. I'd forgotten the letter with the answer and the name of the writer so I just asked to see the Officer in charge of the vice squad. I finally got in to see him and told him about writing the letter and that I wanted to give him some pamphlets, etc. After about 5 minutes of conversation I said, "I suppose you and the Sgt. realize that I am a transvestite myself."

"Oh yes," he replied quite smugly, "I read you the minute you stepped in the door." I allowed that under the circumstances he probably did but that I doubted that he would if he just met me on the street where there was no cause for suspicion.

He insisted that he would have read me anyway, because, "I'm a suspicious guy anyway, you have to be to be a cop." Well, I let it lay, not wanting to argue with him. But a few minutes later he leaned back in his chair and said, "Did you say you'd been married?"

"Yes," I told him, "I've been married twice!"

“Hmmm . . . he mused to himself and then continued, “Well, what did your husbands think about this?"

I nearly fell over with amusement at the trap he had fallen into and reminded him, "I thought you said you read me when I walked into the room?" He was covered with confusion and I had myself a minor triumph. Having spent all the previous day with a woman under all kinds of circumstances I was sure that he hadn't

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