Dart admits there’s not much point to his short letter, except to tell her about his day and remind her how much he loves her.

“I got up, read Life and my checking account statement, took a bath, showed Pop how pretty my nice new engine runs, got a haircut, mopped the front hall, and ate lunch. Met Rand, Dick, and Jim downtown and we went to a bar. I had four Cokes while the others had some witches brew of some kind. ”

He describes the restaurant they went to called Webers – an old Cleveland tradition. He declares that the only changes Webers has made in its history are replacing some very old waiters for some middle-aged ones, replacing gas lights with electric ones just prior to the ’29 crash, and printing new menus to keep up with the prices.

After dinner, they all went to the Skyline meeting, followed by the usual trip to Ted’s. Dart ran into the editorial staff of the Plain Dealer at Ted’s, and he wonders what they’ll think of him being in a bar. (Well, they, too, were in a bar, so what could they say?) “They’ll think I’m an awful bar-fly. Don’t worry, honey. I haven’t been corrupted yet.”

He reminds her that there’s just one month between April and June which almost makes the wedding seem close. He figures its about 77 days away.

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The sun woke me up at 6:15 this morning and it is such a beautiful world I couldn’t resist sharing it with you. This is one of the mornings I woke up feeling “It’s so good to be alive, and so much in love with Dart!”

She comments that if her window wasn’t so dirty, she probably would have awakened at an even earlier hour. She says she should try to get those windows clean one of these days. (Remember, her windows are on the third floor!)

Last night at dinner she commented that maybe they should move the wedding up to June 14. Her father started tugging at his hair and and exclaimed “If this wedding comes off one second earlier than previously scheduled, I’ll jump off the Brooklyn Bridge!”

“Guess that settles it,” quipped Dot.

Well, it’s time to get dressed and go to work but she wanted to start her day chatting with him a bit. She tells Dart that when the sun finally strained through her dirty window, it landed right on his picture on her bedside table. She pretended it was more than a picture and had a nice conversation with it.

No one writes tomorrow, but Dar will be back on the 6th.