May 20, 1966

Dear Family,

Marion, they can thank you for this decker. Thanks for sending your Aunt’s letter along. I just put a new ribbon in this typewriter so you will get a nice fresh, legible copy. We were glad to hear that you may get a chance to work four hours every morning. You are up at daybreak anyway, so it shouldn’t work a hardship on you. You should almost be back home before the kids get up. It looks like the only one who will suffer is Bob- no one to make his breakfast. Here is your chance to break Mimi in.

David has returned to San Diego. He left Tuesday and was taken to the plane by his girl friend, Sue Johnson. We met her and both of us think she is very nice. They don’t appear to be very serious, but I hope when he does decide to make a home, he will come back to Sue. She seems to be a very homey girl, talented too. She tried out for a part in the Little Theater and got it. I don’t know the name of the play, but David said it was good.

The change in David is remarkable, for such a short time. We got along fine this trip. I guess it was because pressure was off both of us. Maybe the fact that he seems to be smarter than the old man has something to do with it. He scored 125 in the GCT test, which was 11 better than I ever made.

It was funny to see him get his gear together when he left here. A year ago he would not have know how many shirts socks etc, he had, or whether he had any. This time he hunted down every sock-even ferreted a pair out of my drawer. He looked very sharp in his blues when he left. He does not start classes until sometime in June and has promised to send each of you his address. Needless to say, he will not get a copy of this decker.

Mother continues her swim therapy and it does indeed seem to be helping her. We have been watching Sam Sneed every Saturday and he too seems to be helping her. She buckles on her harness and when we go to the golf course once or twice a week she really makes me hustle to keep ahead of her. Last time we were out she beat me by one stroke and has pushed me close every time. The distance between holes on this par three are not very great, she does not have to swing so hard to make the green.

Marta, Que Pasa que pasa? I am still waiting for that Texaco Bill. Rina, give me Frank’s address in Guam and I will write to him there, if you still think there is time. If you have time give Brother Bickmore a call and ask him what happened to our records- where he sent them. They have not arrived here.

Vaya Con Dios,

Dad