Alas, not really. Possibly cos they're not the sort of tales a father shares with his daughter? It was Paris in the 60s, after all... But Melvin was one of the editors of a magazine called Hari-Kiri at the time--and for some reason for ages my dad thought he'd adopted the "Van" in his last name because he had a Dutch girlfriend. But I don't think that's actually true. When my folks moved back to the States in the early 70s, I think he and my dad stayed in touch, but it's been ages and ages since they've spoke to one another. But the ex-pat community in Paris were all insane, and all kenw each other. Also in the drinking crowd was Samuel Beckett. And the guy who swindled millions of of McGraw-Hill with the fake Howard Hughes biography? Yeah, that was my father's neighbour in Ibiza.

I never get told these things properly. They just come out randomly in conversation, and then once I've picked my jaw up off the floor, he tells me what he can remember, but it's usually pretty light on actual details. But always thinks, dayum. My dad was cool.