Gill, Douglas E. 1964 to the airport and bid a great fellow a fond farewell. I'll miss both Cam and him since they were so interesting and enlightening. Coming back I found that Dayle was a rather poor diver. On the radio we heard the Kyrie of Beethoven's Missa Solemnis and then his Symphony No. 9 with Joan Sutherland Cirnet Ansermet. The first movement was good, the middle two average and the last rather poor. Finally at midnight I hit the sack. 10 August 1964: The hotel rang us at seven. Larry drove Dayle and me over to the University of Hawaii to meet Bob Long. We waited in Dean Hall for a while. Larry came up after impatiently waiting. Bob finally arrived, it was good to see him again, even without his beard. He was pee o'd that Larry hadn't collected any plants while we were on Maui. Bob agreed to call me later in the day to invite me over for a while so we could talk about the ATF. We left Dayle to do some work for Bob and Larry and I drove back to the hotel, stopping to drop off some film. We then went to the Police Station to get me a new set of fingerprints, then we went to Ala Moana, to mail some stuff, buy a hair dryer, and buy some food. On the way back to the hotel, Larry dropped me off at the doctor's. He gave me the AOK put a fresh bandage on, and told me he would take the stiches out Saturday and again I paid the five dollar bill and then was picked up by Larry. We went out to Dr. Ely;s and I discussed with him the possibility and advisability of staying on with the Project. He couldn't advise me well because he doesn't know me well, but did give me some food for thought. We left around noon and relaxed most of the afternoon. Larry put up a few skins while I wrote up a first draft of the dark rump paper. Larry picked up Dayle at five, and I cooked my own