Al called Dart tonight to invite him to ride along when he drives out to Kent on Monday. Dart’s eager to see Dot any time he can.

How he hopes she’ll spend most, if not all of her school vacation with him. He wants to go on several picnics and maybe hit a few tennis balls around.

“This afternoon I walked up in Forest Hills Park, the half you haven’t seen yet. The day was clear, the sun was bright and warm, and the breeze was as fresh and brisk as the famous San Francisco summer zephyrs. Had to keep moving, fast in shade, and slow in sun, to be comfortable in my shirtsleeves. (The rest of the shirt, too, of course.) There are some swell places to roast weenies or do whatever cooking might be necessary for the preparation of lunch. Bacon’s usually plentiful, so we could have bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches, if we could get the bread.” (Still food shortages?!)

He went walking because he was lonely. Even though she was with him in spirit, he missed the rest of her. But he was able to scout the park and learn that a weekday morning was a good time to find an empty tennis court.

The summer Pops series begins next Sunday and he’d like for them to see as many concerts together as possible. Until tomorrow, he bids her good night.