I had not wanted to show up unannounced, but I didn’t know who was living there. So I had to resort to a tactic I’d used when trying to get inside the house in which Jerry Siegel lived when he dreamed up Superman: sending a letter not addressed to anyone by name.
Here’s the Finger letter:
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I hoped the tease would increase my chances of a response, if for no other reason than to satisfy curiosity.
But with Finger as with Siegel, I did not hear back from anyone. They left me no choice but to show up unannounced.
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