Today I received your letter written Dec 3 but it, like the other one I’ve received, had to go through two APDs to reach me. But I got it. And, as you aptly put it, mail does mean a lot. I wrote you a few days ago, I think--liquor is beginning to fog my brain somewhat, or maybe I’ve been taking it too easy--I dunno.
Incidentally, your pointing out that I have a failing for losing redheads’ addresses proves a point for me--that all redheads are cute but wacky. I never forgot a redhead’s address. Some may have slipped my mind but I eventually remembered. And also, I wrote yours down and have it safely in my wallet. Including the card you sent me--neat for the beach place. Can we use it for a week when I get back? Okay, you make the arrangements.
Went to the show this evening. Saw “Saddle Tramp.” Not good, not bad. But it was a western and that’s good. All the movies we get here, plus mail, plus supplies, plus everything, comes from Tokyo by rail and it takes two days plus a six hour ferry ride from the island of Honshu to Hokkaido. I am really out in the wilderness--no kidding.
So sweetheart, guess I’ll close and write a little later--and you keep on writing--your letters and wackiness are terrific--bye now.
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