Hey folks, you are about to hear one of my very favorite memory palace stories.

I've been doing this show for 15 years, and this is one of the ones that I feel like speaks to

what this show does well. And I'm re-releasing it for two reasons. One, because it is one of my

favorite Halloween stories and it is just about Halloween. And two, because I need your help.

If you are a longtime listener to the show, I've got a book coming out on November 19th, and I am trying to make sure that people find out about this book and find out about the show. So if there is someone in your life who you might want to introduce to the Memory Palace, I think this is a good episode for them to hear. You can share this episode, or any of your favorite episodes.

And thanks so much, this is Late One Night.

This is the Memory Palace.

I'm Nate Tomeo.

The sound of the chains, the creaking door, the lumbering footsteps.

They'd recorded all that before Bobby had shown up in the studio, right on Sunset Boulevard,

a stone's throw from a Hollywood high.

That location alone still had some magic in it for Bobby Pickett,

only six years since he'd graduated high school himself, on the wrong side of the tracks in Boston.

Not long after his ill-fated stint in post-war Korea,

all kitchen duty and bordellos and blown curfews and court-martials,

and just months since he'd come out to California to make it,

to take a chance on his henchman to the teen bully in a beach party movie Good Looks

and his fourth best singer in a five-man boy band

voice. But he was starting to find his footing. Make friends, make connections. Meet that guy at the bar

who knows the girl who works on the desk of some agent, who knows this producer, who knows this woman,

who's one of the mistresses to the aging actor. He used to play the buttoned-up dad on that

sitcom and is trying to pull together his next project, that whole hopscotch of happenstance

...