I have recently read a letter from my father, Huw Wheldon (later Managing Director of the BBC), to my mother, written from on board the SS Maasdam in August 1959, sailing from Southampton to Montreal by way of Quebec. In it he describes meeting a couple called 'Loeb'. Dad described the husband thus: "He has just written some BBC serial called 'Call Me Sam'. Nice chap,hard-bitten, professional, limited, penetrating." Is he by any chance Lee Loeb, who was nominated for an Emmy in 1964? My father was on a travel grant from the English Speaking Union, and at the same time scouting for material for the arts magazine program 'Monitor' of which he was then Editor. He met with Burgess Meredith ("a very nice man") in Los Angeles, bumped into Richard Burton in Hollywood and tried to woo William Faulkner onto 'Monitor' (with no luck).
