![]() ![]() She was smartly dressed in her tailored knit suit and seemed very refined. She introduced herself as Eileen Roddenberry, Gene's first wife. Seated behind me was Gene's son-in-law, Richard Compton, and alongside him was a pretty, older woman I'd never seen before. Mark and I were led to a section on the left. It was a blowup of a familiar photo, one I had mailed out to fans hundreds of times - the sapphire V-neck sweater, the paler blue background, the mischievous, bemused expression. Mounted on an easel dominating the stage was a gigantic portrait of Gene Roddenberry. We entered a large theatre-sized auditorium. Still, some memories cannot be erased, no matter how I might long for this.Īs my friend Mark Hahn and I entered the grounds of Forest Lawn, with its sprawling, green hillside overlooking the 134 Freeway, I had a sense of the surreal - like a dream of being in a movie or play, where everyone knew her part but me. When I look back, I realize how much of it my mind has blanked out - a survival tactic, most likely. I recall only a series of moments from that day. ![]() Corridor outside our offices, fourth floor, Building C, circa 1980. ![]()
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