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July 15
Work was still uneventful, even
though I’m still rolling up experience
à la variety! After a day of diffugulties
in checking over yearly payrolls, I
met Mother and Dad at the Hotel
Pennsylvania for dinner. We talked
as usual about our prospects of a
chilly winter in Central Park. We
stopped at Gimbel’s for candy and
birthday cards for Cary.
With looking through things, we
came across some poetry I’d written
as an infant and letters the class at
‘35 had written when I was sick with
the whooping cough. I laughed
long and loud over them – the
formal little notes signed “Your
classmate.” I really enjoyed
looking at them all and reminiscing
over the complexities of the sixth
grade.