Spiritus Mundi #58, July 1980, page 30

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Spiritus Mundi #58, July 1980, page 30

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This final section focuses on Lillian's trip to Atlanta to take the Georgia Civil Service exam, in addition to meeting up with SFPA associates and friends.

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Guy H. Lillian III

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Spiritus Mundi, #58 July 1980

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1980-07

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a plug went blooey, or a piston stopped working, or a short developed, or something, because the car began to lurch and jerk and spasm. We did make it, Honda and me, but how I’ll never know. I parked the thing across from Hank’s house, nose down on a hill, & wondered how the hell I would get home.

Getting around Atlanta was no problem ... in fact, it was a delight. Reinhardt, forced to go to some business dinner, actually had the good faith and witlessness to lend me the keys to his jeep, and if you’ve never driven one of those 4-wheel-drive honeys with the top down, you have never lived, people.

I ended up driving it all over Atlanta, it seemed, looking for a rendezvous with none other than the great George Inzer, who was in Terminus looking for work. Whether the fault was George’s direction or my performance is moot, of course, for the journey down Ponce de Leon, past mansion and shack, beneath hanging oak and drooping power cable, was a joy. Atlanta is far, far more than the McDonalds-every-block other people see when they visit the town. Besides, when I finally found Inzer (who has grown a fine beard, by the way), I was only ten minutes late.

George and I zoomed off in search of D.B. Kaplan’s, a fabulous sandwich emporium located in Atlanta’s Lenox Square. There we met mike weber and Sue Phillips (mike had given excellent directions to the place), and there feasted on deluxe sandwiches the like of which no other establishment can offer. Puns abound on the menu ... and wouldn’t you know it, I can’t remember a one now. All I know is that my sandwich was glorious, our waitress looked like Judy Baines, and the table talk centered around The Shining, which George and I championed, Sue panned, and mike hadn’t seen.

Over hill, over dale (Sorry, Dale) we followed mike back to his digs in Marietta. George found the radio to be well-amplified an Atlanta’s rock stations to be eclectic. “We went to a great concert recently,” I told him. “Just guess.”

“Well, I don’t know. Rod Stewart.”

“No. Who.”

“I don’t know. I could never guess.”

“Who.”

“Arrrrgghhh...”

This Abbott and Costello reject routine went on till we reached mike and Sue’s, where mike gave me his pages, Sue finished printing her zine, and Cliff Biggers came by to deliver his. A call to ex-SFPAn and current bohunks Gary Steele followed, wherein I encouraged Gary to eschew beer for the evening and search for some of the great portraits he’s taken of SFPAns in times past. He said he’s try. Trying fellow, Steele.

Sue showed us some Muppets episodes, including that marvelous Juliet Prowse epic which features the Muppets Glee Club rendition of “Temptation”, one of the funniest bits of business I have ever seen, as Miss Piggy (with a frog in her throat ... what am I saying?) lets the steamy tempo of the tune get to her and attacks Kermit on stage. “You better drive home, George,” Sue said, worried that my hysterics at the scene would convert to sloppy driving.

But I recovered soon enough to wend us back to Hank’s, a boxful of SFPAzines wedged behind the front seat. Ah, what a drive, cruising along I-285, the wind sluicing into one’s clothes and tying one’s hair in knots, the jeep sturdy and powerful and open to the air, and on the radio, Sergeant Pepper. Two ragged toneless voices joined those of the Fab Four ...

“What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song
And I’ll try not the sing outta key.
OH! I get by with a little help from my friends
Gonna try with a little help from my friends ...”

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