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44 “Bob?” I stopped and looked at the man walking next to me. I faced him and took both of his hands. “Let’s move.” “Move? Where? Don’t you like living downtown?” “IT mean someplace far away.” I guess I giggled. “Someplace where nobody knows us.” “Do you have a place in mind?” “Well,” I searched his face. “Where would you most like to go?” “How about Los Angeles?” “Los Angeles.” I could hear my voice trembling. “TI could maybe check out the studios, and you could meet other artists and...” My mind raced as I searched for other reasons to move. “Los Angeles would be perfect.” wae 4 “Okay,” he whispered, “Los Angeles it is.” Our Los Angeles neighborhood was flanked by Wilshire Boulevard to the South and Sunset Boulevard to the North. Is seemed to us to be the perfect place for me to investigate career possibilities in show business and for Bob to broaden his horizons as an artist. During the next few months I prepared a portfolio and spent days visiting studios. I began to work at modeling jobs, then I began to model exclusively for BoMel Originals, mostly high fashion eveningwear. I was with the designer for two years. I was her only model and while I worked for her I did show room modeling, runway work, 1 1 and appeared in magazines. Even more importantly, I made contacts. I learned that for the people working in the entertainment industry, Hollywood and New York are treated almost as though they border on each other. Travel between the two cities is made as casually as we Tulsans drove to Oklahoma City. I was surprised the day I answered the telephone and heard a friend who’d gone to New York, speaking to me from the other side of the country. Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding Bob took me into his arms.