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Thank you! Also, can't seem to find Oct thru December '73. I thought it was here at one time.

Has anyone ever posted January and February 1974? I can't find them in the 'Look Back to 75' thread. Thanks.

Did January and February 1974 DSN ever get posted? I can't seem to find it in this thread.

Yes, I did post some SS stuff many years ago, letters from Roy Winsor, etc. Some really fascinating stuff that I do include in the book I'm revising. I actually did write a book during Covid and had one copy produced for myself. I'm revising it because I've found more scripts and other ephemera.

The climactic scene of July 30, 1969 The courtroom buzzed with anticipation, a pressure cooker about to blow. Doug Martin was at the heart of it, his questioning of Andrea Reynolds relentless. He leaned forward, his voice a low growl, controlled but barely masking the intensity beneath. “Mrs. Reynolds, let me ask you again,” Doug said, eyes locked on Andrea like a predator eyeing prey. “Do you recall your statement about Hemadol, or are you still feigning ignorance?” Andrea shifted in her chair, her lips tightening into a thin line. She looked bewildered, but her eyes darted around the courtroom as if searching for an escape route. “I already told you—I don’t remember saying anything about that drug.” Doug’s face hardened, and his hand shot up, signaling to the court reporter. “Read back Mrs. Reynolds' statement from last Tuesday. The part where she mentions Hemadol.” The reporter’s voice echoed through the hushed courtroom: “Yes, I know what Hemadol is. My husband used it.” Doug nodded, eyes gleaming like a shark that smelled blood. “So, you *did* know about Hemadol, yet here you are claiming ignorance. Which is it, Mrs. Reynolds? Were you lying then, or are you lying now?” Andrea’s face flushed, her composure cracking at the edges. “I’m telling you, that’s not what I meant!” Her voice rose in desperation. “This is a mistake. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I didn’t lie.” Doug circled her, slowly, like a hawk zeroing in. “You also claim you’ve never been to the Blaine Motel. But several witnesses place you there multiple times. Should we expect another convenient lapse in memory?” Andrea’s voice sharpened, growing more defensive by the second. “I have never been to that disgusting place!” She spat the words, her eyes flickering to the jury. “If someone says otherwise, they’re lying. It’s probably Sam—he and that woman, Jill Carter, they’re the ones who’ve ruined everything!” Doug’s eyebrow twitched upward. “Your husband, Sam Reynolds. The man you claim to love but also tried to divorce. Tell me, how does that fit into your little web of half-truths?” For a moment, Andrea faltered. She stared at Doug, then down at her trembling hands. Her fingers clutched at her pearls. “I couldn’t stand to see him with her. I couldn’t… bear the thought of him being happy without me.” Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard. “I wasn’t thinking straight.” Doug closed in, leaning against the witness stand, his tone now icier. “So, you poisoned him with Hemadol.” Andrea’s face paled. Her breath hitched, and she twisted her pearls tighter. “I—I didn’t mean to… I just wanted to make him suffer. Not like that.” She glanced up, a tear sliding down her cheek. “I made a terrible mistake.” The air in the room thickened, the weight of her admission settling over everyone. But Doug wasn’t done. “And what about the gun?” Doug’s voice was calm, almost too calm, as he reached into his folder and pulled out the rental receipt. “The one you bought, practiced shooting in the woods? And the car you rented, which just so happened to be involved in a hit-and-run that killed an innocent man.” Andrea’s hands flew to her face. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen!” Her voice was a frantic whisper now. “I wasn’t thinking… I was out of control…” Doug's voice was cutting. "Out of control enough to kill someone? To take a life?” Andrea's head dropped, her sobs muffled as the courtroom watched, transfixed. The silence was suffocating, every eye trained on her as she spiraled. Then she lifted her head, eyes wild, and screamed, "Jamie! My son—oh God, Jamie! I’m so sorry!" With a desperate yank, she tore at her necklace, the string of pearls snapping, scattering across the courtroom floor with a sound that echoed through the silence like gunfire. And then, nothing. The courtroom was frozen in that instant—Doug, the judge, the jury, all staring at Andrea’s broken form. Her cries for Jamie hung in the air, unanswered.

I have been traveling to various libraries for the last 20+ years researching the papers of various soap writers. Secret Storm has always held the most interest, probably because there's so little to be had. I've been able to obtain scripts for many years, but the early years of the show seem to be gone forever. I think the most complete year I have is 1966, but I have scattered dates for many other years in the sixties. My goal is to write a book detailing as much of the SS story as I can, but I'm wondering if I'm the only person who would be interested in that. As the years go by there's fewer people who remember the show, and by the time I have it ready will anyone care?