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which we did. So all of this proved to me that I could pass under re- peated scrutiny and in different places which was the reason for the trip.
In 1966 a book appeared, entitled A Year Among the Girls by Darrell Raynor whom I have mentioned before as being very active in the now defunct magazine Turnabout. It was an interesting chronicle of his adventures in the TV world and much of it, especially in the beginning, is factually correct-his meeting with my wife and myself at our house, the "convention" at Casa Susanna, which I have described, and in other matters. However, at the end, in reporting my difficulties with Barbara and Lynn, it was not only wrong by errors of both omission and commission concerning these matters, but also prejudicially overblown in which he described me as "being hysterically emotional" and going through what "looked very much like a nervous breakdown." I laugh at it now because I am and always have been about as far from either of these conditions as you can get. But, I was very much upset at the time for fear that it would give people a very bad picture of me as an unreliable sick individual and thus turn them away from me, and I couldn't be of much help to them if they did so. Interestingly enough, I have received a large number of letters over the years from people who had first heard of me through the book. So, maybe I owe Raynor a vote of thanks after all. Incidentally, we are on good terms with each other by this point and I have visited him at his motel in Los Angeles and saw him in New York when I was there in the fall of '78.
My second marriage had gone sour late in 1964 because my wife became paranoid and began to accuse me of all manner of things that I had never done and of events which never happened. Early in 1965 she walked out of the house and in due course, started a divorce action against me. Although prior to our marriage and in view of having been burned once in a marriage, I asked her to sign a promise that if the marriage failed, she would not try to use the TV against me and several other conditions. This, she willingly did, but when she got to the point of a divorce, such promises were forgotten and one Thurs- day afternoon I bought the Los Angeles Herald and there was my pic- ture big as life. It had been cut from a picture of the two of us to- gether so it couldn't be claimed that some newspaper reporter had stolen or unearthed it. So much for promises not to drag TV into the open. There was the whole story-name, rank and serial number. Together with what I was, what I had published, that I gave lectures
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