Here’s a nice note from Dart, posted from his new address in Ward 83 South. The move is part of a plan to consolidate all the cyst patients into two wards under the supervision of a single doctor. Dart describes the beautiful spring day he enjoys from the porch as he writes his letter.

He asks Dot if she knows how to play golf. His doctor has told him he should play on the adjacent course to see if his surgical wound stays closed and whether the phlebitis returns. Frankly, this sounds like screwy medicine to me, but nothing else seems to be advancing Dart’s case, so why not? If Dot knows the game, she has an invitation to stop by and teach it to him. Knowing how much my father loved sports – and by that I mean not at all, I suspect he never followed up on the doctor’s suggestion.

He finds there’s nothing more to be said in this letter, except that he loves he. He finds a nice way to say that.