My friend Sandra Martin, at the time a New York literary agent, knowing of my admiration for Colin Wilson, invited me to meet him and his wife Joy at a party. So I took the train up to New York (spending the time re-reading the Mind Parasites) and indeed we met and hit it off immediately. Oddly, it was March 17, 1995, St. Patrick’s Day, and the first words I heard as our hostess opened the door was that Bob Monroe had died that morning.
Very strange, given that one reason I wanted to meet Colin was to recommend that he do a Gateway Voyage. Here, Colin and Joy Wilson and unnamed friend, looking awfully young.