This letter from Dart seems to be continuing a little trend I’ve noticed lately; it seems to be all about him. I’m not sure what drives this, but I’m confident it will pass. Meanwhile, we will be treated to a dull and detailed description of his recent tests and all the second-guessing of his answers until he gets his scores.

He reports the pool has been closed and is due to reopen the day his doctor’s prohibition expires. Apparently the Navy has decided to reinforce the roof from which the 17-foot diving platform is suspended.

The other day he spent his liberty riding the train to Berkley. On board, he met a couple of railroad buffs who gave him some tips on where to find the California Railway Historical Society. He believes a couple of his railroad fan classmates and he will go in search of some of these treasures on their next liberty. (He says they’ll “track” down some clues.)

At the top of the fourth page, he finally turns his attention to Dot. He asks her to imagine the rest of the page filled in with “I love yous” and other gentle whispers. But now it is time for lunch.

I suspect Dot will read and re-read every word of this letter, if for no other reason than the pages passed through the hands of her beloved.

I’m beginning to wonder if I am missing a letter from Dart. In this letter, Dot refers to a couple of things from his letters that I don’t recall reading. First, she thanks him for clearing up the definition of Fire Control for her. While she claims to still not fully understand it, she appreciates his efforts.

Then she goes on a little riff about “Chopsticks.” It’s her favorite “composition”  because it is the only tune she can play.  Perhaps Dart mentioned playing it on the “sweet potato,” because she mentions that would be one of the million variations on the tune.

Once again she comments on his talk about his fire control classes. She claims that she still doesn’t get it, but if he keeps talking about it, she may someday find it interesting. Well, that was direct!

She tells Dart that she has accepted Mrs. Miller’s offer to live at the Miller home and care for the boys. She comments how ironic it is that she lived away at school for 3 years and now that she’s back in town, she’ll soon be living in someone else’s house.

She fills another page with silly trivia like practicing her cursive writing so that she may someday endorse checks. Admitting that there’s nothing left to write, she closes.