Sunday morning started at eleven o'clock. Bruce woke me up and said "Right, now you go to Marineland." I had in fact, arranged this with Al Lewis at the party, Bruce and Dian were going to visit Dian's parents, and Al had suggested I might like to see Marineland. He rolled up in the econoline shortly after eleven o'clock with Nick and Don Simpson. We picked up Sylvia Dees on the way. Everybody in the econoline had been up all night, at what had been a fairly hectic party, but seemed to be bearing up well, including myself. Sylvia and I talked of the far off heydays, when she was publishing her fanzine FlaFan, and John Berry and myself were churning out Retribution. I told Sylvia how John and I had wrangled over who was to have the photo she'd sent of her self in playshorts and bikini top, as a sub to Ret'. It was another wonderfully warm day. Marineland looked good, with the profusion of palm trees, cacti, and tropical plants laid out in its grounds. We met up with Bill Mallardi, Bill Bowers, Alex Eisenstein and Fred Patten. To roam around as a group looking at everything. This included two very 47