Received the card and your letter today and they were real cute too. Got in this morning around two or so from a very pleasant weekend. Spent Saturday and Sunday morning with Pete and Marge (had a penny-ante poker gram with them and another couple Saturday eve and lost the staggering sum of $1.30.) I was very rash I’ll admit. Anyway Sunday P.M. I went down to Newport Beach and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening (to nine-thirty, when I had to leave) with your parents. It was real swell. We had several small libations, of the old-fashioned variety, talked a great deal about you and you and me and then went over to the Yorbas for dinner. Mrs. Yorba, Marge and Bernardo plus five, and Jack were there and we had a real sweet time. Incidentally, this talk with your parents and I had brought out a few things of which your Mother and Father--and myself are still in the dark. But your mother said she had written you a bunch of questions to answer and if you didn’t get around to answering them, would I find out the answers and give them to her when I see you this weekend. But hon, she would rather you tell her, I know.
This week will go real slow for me until Friday comes around and then it will whiz by--oh yes, I’ll have to drive up now because the 28th and 29th of this month, that’s Monday and Tuesday after the weekend coming up--I have to attend a two day technical staff conference for air officers at Camp Cooke which is down near San Luis Obispo, and I don’t have to be there until noon of the twenty-eighth. Swell huh. I can even drive you back to San Fran.
So all for now sweet. I’ll see you Friday evening in time for dinner, and I have a surprise for you--write soon please and take care of yourself real good. I love you Barbs--more than anything.
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