CHAPTER 11
Kenny Douglas “Roy and I are in a drugstore, in L.A. in 1947 and Jimmy Durante comes through the door. So we talked to him for a while. Here we are, the two of us, just twelve and thirteen, loose in Los Angeles.” When I returned home, I noticed that I had a message on my e mail. It was from an old boy named Kenny Douglas. He wanted to meet with me and tell me, his stories, about his days in the band and what Arthur had meant to him. I arranged to meet with Ken the next day. Ken lived in White Rock, so we agreed to meet half way, at a White Spot Restaurant on King George Highway in Whalley, a neighborhood of Surrey. Ken had been on the 1953 trip to England, the 1948 trip to the Calgary Stampede via the old Kettle Valley route and also on the 1947 trip to Hollywood, which I did not know much about. Sitting across the table from Ken in the White Spot, I soon discovered that Ken was a jovial fellow, who remembered lots of stories from his band days. After talking to Ken, for a while, I knew that those days had meant a lot to him,