Dart is getting restless. He’s bored with his days of nothingness, seasoned occasionally by his blissful times with Dot.

Today he went to Cleveland College and he’s scheduled to take their general entrance exam tomorrow afternoon. Aside from the timing interfering with his trip to Kent, he’s not too worried. Neither is he too excited. Cleveland College is not the type of education he’d been hoping for, but the degrees are awarded by Western Reserve University, so it’s nearly the same. A look at the summer catalog reveals few classes for him to take, but he’d be happy to get in, none the less.

He loved Dot’s Friday night letter when she talked about the secure and peaceful feeling she gets when his arms are around her and her head is resting on his chest. He feels the same peaceful, benevolent feeling and finds himself shuddering at the thought of what he’d ever do if he lost her. He reminisces a bit about the two of them intertwined on the narrow davenport in his parents’ living room while they take a Sunday afternoon nap. Oh, how he wishes they could both just go upstairs at those times and share a bed!

How he’d love to relive some of those dreamy late night hours on the davenport; “the things we’ve talked about, the ways we’ve kissed, the things we’ve confessed and learned about each other… Every new way we’ve found of expressing our love, Darling, has been so much nicer than I’d dreamed of when we hadn’t found it yet. If you only knew how glad I am that we are discovering those ways together.”

Today he thought of something, realizing he used to be self-centered, possessive, even stingy with his belongings. “Since we have fallen in love, that feeling of getting and saving possessions for my own exclusive use has diminished. I thought of buying a typewriter and realized I was thinking of our typewriter. That’s the way it is with everything: our furniture, our home, our radio, our car, our life, our marriage, our happiness. … Not only tangible things, but the intangibles:  time, work, play, pleasure, worry, good and bad fortune. “I want to share them all, and with you only, of all the people yet born into this world.”

#          #          #

Dot announces that eight months ago today, at 5:17 PM, Dart gave her the most beautiful engagement ring in the world as they stood in Bruce Park in Greenwich. She thought she was as happy as it was possible to be, but now that she’s known him eight months longer, she’s even happier than she was that day.

She’d love to see his Uncle Guy’s farm and have a picnic there. What about on Decoration Day? (Is that what we would call Memorial Day?) Maybe his folks could join them, except she hates the thought of them seeing her in dungarees.

Referring to his more recent letter, she thinks the best man at the wedding will be Dart himself. Still, if he’d like to have a good man, how about Burke, Al or Homer? Dot has promised every girlfriend she’s ever had that they would be a bridesmaid in her wedding. Now she’ll have to pick a few fights to trim that number down a bit.  It’s fun to be discussing details of that longed-for day.

Speaking of fights, Phyll was fired from Robin Hood yesterday. Mrs. Grabbenstedder told her she should be less chummy with the guests, and Phyll, knowing she was planning to quit in three weeks anyway, told Mrs. G. a thing or two. Dot also has a few ideas about how the place should be run, but she wouldn’t want to risk her job to say anything. Meanwhile, she has to serve a banquet for 91 people tomorrow night, so if he and Homer end up coming to Kent, she may not even be able to see much of them.

Echoing Dart’s sentiments of late she writes, “Dart, I’ve never missed you as much as I have since that last weekend at your house. Most of me lives in Cleveland and it’s pretty hard trying to operate under such conditions. It surely takes a lot out of a person to love as strongly as I love you. I wouldn’t want it any other way, though, unless that other way meant we were married.”

She started this letter after ironing a mountain of clothes, so she’s exhausted and must get to bed. She vows to love him forever and ever.

Fortunately, neither a college entrance exam nor a 91-person banquet could keep these young lovers apart tonight. Still, Dart wishes they could have spent more time together. “That wish is superimposed on a continuous wish that we could spend all of every night together.”

Dart’s a little concerned about their plans to spend Dot’s vacation together. Registration for summer session, should he get into Cleveland College, is June 10, with classes starting ion the 17th. That doesn’t leave much time to drive to Greenwich, pick up her parents and head up to the lake before he returns for classes. He’ll talk to the dean to see if it would be possible for him to register a little earlier.

He tried to kiss her over the phone last night, but he had to do it quietly because his mother walked through the room, so he fears Dot must not feel properly kissed.

He spent the late evening hours pouring over the CC catalog, looking for appropriate courses to take. He hopes he can enter as a sophomore so that his time at Case isn’t wasted. Happily, he has enough money from the GI bill to get four years of school, so that part is covered, at least.

With hopes of helping wash the bathroom walls in the morning, he tells Dot he must get some sleep. “Now you’ll get some reason tomorrow night why I didn’t get the wall-washing done, but you’ll know I had good intentions.”

“Good night, my Darling. I love you and miss you very much. I can’t think of any ways to express it tonight. Thanks you for what you said in the car Friday night, when I couldn’t find words to express my feelings.”

#          #          #

Dot was so happy to get Dart’s phone call after she’d spent a couple of hours talking to her friends about him. His voice even made her toothache feel better.  She’s happy to send him the bus schedule to Kent, if he really wants it. But he surely doesn’t have to take a bus out to see her. As long as he remains a steadfast correspondent, as he’d been since she met him, and tells her he loves her every now and then, that is enough. Still, she’d never stand in the way of his coming to see her.

How nice if his whole family joined the church! Then, after she and he are married, she’ll join, too. “That would be a reasonably valid guarantee that if we ever have a quarrel in our family, it won’t because of religious differences.  Let’s continue as we’ve begun, though, and not have any quarrels about anything.”

Then she writes, “I guess so.”

She explains that the above paragraph is her response to his four pages about insurance. (Did I mention that he went on for some time about that?) She has no knowledge or experience with which to weigh the pros and cons, so the decision is his alone. She only hopes she’s not his beneficiary. Why? Because if it ever reached that stage, she’d have no joy in living, so what would she need money for?

I’m happy so say Dot pushed back a little over his correction of her spelling. She sweetly pointed out that in one of  his letters last week, he misspelled disappointed. “It’s always so late when I write that I’m too tired to proof read, so you can do it for me.” (So there!)

Then she says, “It’s alright, I guess, but what are you talking about?” She’s referring to his apology about the tone of voice he used toward her the other night. She’s curious what it was and hopes he’ll explain it to her.

She wishes him the best of luck getting into Cleveland College and then asks when fall term starts.

Sending all her love, she signs off for the night.

“Another day, another phone call, another letter. Sounds drab, doesn’t it? Oh, but it isn’t! Especially since it’s one more day I’ve known you, one less day until we meet again, one more phone call to the love of my life*, and one more letter from the sweetest girl in the world**.”

As predicted, Dart didn’t wash the walls today. Instead, he cleaned and sorted the work bench and installed a new electrical circuit so that Pop could have a separate one for his grinder motor. He also worked on his trains a little and is pleased with his progress.

He tells her about an uneventful Hi-Y night where the group had a working party, spreading stones beside a sidewalk. Lots of the kids are going to a dance in East Cleveland on the 29th, and he thought how much fun it would be if he and Dot could stop by for a little while. He also received word of an inter-fraternity dance that he’d like to attend with Dot.

His membership card to the National Association of Model Railroaders arrived today, along with a questionnaire. They’ve asked him if he’d send photos and blueprints of any cars he’s built in case anyone else wants to build the same ones.

He’s so sorry to hear about her toothache. He’ll try to make an appointment with his dentist as soon as possible. Speaking of dentist appointments, didn’t he give her the ring immediately after another such appointment? “Yes, I remember that day in Bruce Park. We hardly knew how to kiss back then. I still felt a bit awkward when I put my arm around you. Oh, thank you, Dot, for wearing that ring so honorably since then, and for everything you are and have done.”

Homer is not yet interested enough in a date to go out with a short girl. He doesn’t want to look like Frankenstein when they walk side-by-side. (Dart draws a funny sketch of a big goon and a diminutive woman holding hands.) Someday, Dart predicts, he’ll be so ready for a date that he’ll be willing to go out with a small girl, even if he could pick her up in one of his huge, hairy hands.

I was glad to read that Dart has included his Navy buddy Hal Martin on the list of possible best men and ushers. Those two seemed to have some great times together. He asks Dot what style of wedding she thinks they’ll have.

Sending his sympathy for her difficult job, he reminds her that the best new way he can think of to express hi love for her is doing  what they already plan – getting married.

* That’s you.  ** That’s you, too.

#          #          #

Dot is kicking herself for wasting so much valuable time on the phone call tonight by blowing off steam about her job. She’s ashamed of letting the Robin Hood Restaurant get under her skin so badly when she has so many more positive things going on in her life.

She sure hopes she can get an appointment for her tooth pretty soon. The pain is driving her mad. It’s a good thing she got an “extra mushy” love letter from Dart today. It thrilled her to the core and took her mind off her troubles. “I often wonder if, when you’re alone, you dream as much as I do about the times we’ve been together. Today’s letter was proof that you do. Isn’t it fun? Of course, it can hardly compare with the actual experience, but think about how much worse things would be without memories of the past and dreams for the future.”

Like Dart, she has also been thinking more of them than she has of herself. “I guess that’s what love is: the willingness and desire to share with one person, above all others, every experience and emotion; to work on everything as a team.”

She’s in the mood to write a long letter, but she has a history test tomorrow, and she craves sleep as an escape from the pain of her tooth. She’ll see him Friday night around 7:30 at Robin Hood. That’s 43 1/2 hours from now and she doesn’t know how she’ll survive the wait.

Well, Dart’s letter begins innocuously enough. He and Al had a flat tire on the way home from Kent; they stopped on a bridge to take a picture of a train; they made a detour to Aurora Lake to watch the little fishing boats; they saw a cute newborn colt in a meadow they passed. But then, it steams up considerably.

There is an intense intimacy in this letter, and yet it speaks of a universal reality.  Dart, as only he can do, discusses and examines an incident that happened between him and Dot with almost scientific curiosity, mixed with his natural poetic tenancies.

There was a time late last evening when they crossed a self-imposed line. Dart recounts all the times leading up to that moment when either, or both, of them could have stopped the progression of events and were either unable, or unwilling, to do so. The incident he refers to was, by almost anyone’s standards but their own, a surprisingly innocent action. Dart admits to feeling shame, but no guilt. Still, he carefully crafts a plan to prevent them from going there, or further before they are married.

He sums up his plan with  “If we don’t both make a concerted effort to prevent things from becoming uncontrollable, they’ll get beyond our control entirely. No matter how much we want to go further, that must wait until we are married. Perhaps we are already married in the eyes of God. But we are not in the eyes of the laws, and of our neighbors, and has not God been the guidance of those laws? Probably we are more married now than a lot of people who have a little scroll to prove they have a legal right to the gratification of their lusts. …It seems to me that everything…we’ve done has been done out of sheer passionate desire to become one in body, as well as in spirit. That, Darling, is love, surely. Not all of love, but a part of that vast and complex emotion.”

He also thanks her for not doing a particular thing that he asked for but that she didn’t want to do. “When we do things, it must be a strong desire in both of us that moves us.”

“Our courtship has come normally, step by step, with nothing out of place, ever since it started. It has been half-ignorant of us to think we could arrest its progress for one whole year. If we could be married this summer, Dot, I’d want it to be tomorrow. ”

He will see her next week on Saturday instead of Friday. By then he hopes to have word from Cleveland College about his acceptance. Even though it is not the school he’d hoped to attend, he is intensely eager to get in there and started back on track with his education.

How he misses her while they’re apart! “I’ve missed you so much today that every so often, I just put my head in my hands and dream, wishing you were here.” He recalls some of their long walks through Cleveland, and imagines their future walks together.

“Good  night, Dear Dorothy. You are always in my heart.  I love you incessantly.”

#          #          #

Dot begins, “Before I fill this letter with my usual trash, I want to make it perfectly clear that I love you with all my heart and soul and mind. I want to be with you 24 hours a day. I want to look into your penetrating brown eyes and I want to see your winsome smile. I want to squeeze you until our bodies throb as one and out hearts beat in unison. I want you to want me and love me as much as I do you, forever and ever.”

She found out his morning that if Dart were going to attend Kent this summer, he could live in her house and in her very room! (Of course, she wouldn’t be in it!) Miss Olin has confirmed that they will be renting to male students only, and she wishes Dart were one of them.

Dot can’t understand what Dart’s reservations are about Kent, other than the fact that it’s not in Cleveland. They have a renowned journalism program, and they are happy to accept students who have had “deficiencies.” If he doesn’t get into Cleveland College, wouldn’t Kent be worth a try?

He was quite right about that crazy letter he wrote. (Peterson’s Wall elixir) She loves that he has a nutty streak. He makes her feel right at home when he pulls some of that silly stuff.

She wonders if Homer might be interested in a date with Phyll, who at 5′ 9″ may be tall enough for him. The truth is, she’s getting pretty tired of spending her dates with Al just necking all the time. She’s trying to act cool toward him, but he’s not taking the hint. This week starts the campus production of “No Time for Classes,” and if Homer is interested, Phyll would love to attend with him.

“I was a lot happier last night at this time, but we should have done then what I’m going to do now – stop this and get some sleep.” (It looks like she’s taking their escapade last night a little less dramatically than her fiance did.)

Dart had a busy day of shopping, renewing his library card (“My old one expired on April 10, 1944, but I was too busy to bother with it”) and dropping off film for developing. His biggest task is to find some clothes, but he found that stores either have nothing but Army/Navy surplus to sell, or the pants are too short, or the prices too high. He found a nice couple of sport coats he may get, if they are still available when he has the cash.

He went to Cleveland College and – long story short – he was accepted! He’s on probation because his GPA at Case was so low, but he received credit for every class he took there! He now has 43  hours of credit toward the 120 needed for a degree, making him a sophomore. What thrills him the most is that all of his math and science requirements were met at Case. He plans to take the maximum 6 hours allowed for summer term. “I’m sorta excited,” he admits. Now he must work hard enough to get off the probation list. By the way, the registrar he spoke with today was very impressed with his high entrance exam scores.

He wants to know how Dot’s cold is today. He suspects he may have caught something from her because he has a bit of a sore throat, but it was worth it.

There was some discussion about the $65 a month he’ll be getting soon, and how tight a budget he’ll have to live on. I assume that may be part of his GI Bill benefits, so that he can eke out a living while pursuing his education. He’s been pondering the idea of writing an article for the model railroaders’ magazine about building his little cars from scratch, to see if he can earn a little extra money.

For now, all he wants to know is what time to be at Kent on Saturday. He misses her so much. All the time he was downtown today, he kept thinking he could look around and find her standing next to him. How disappointing that she wasn’t there.

#          #          #

When Kate awoke Dot this morning, she wanted to roll back over and sleep through the week. It is, after all, a week without seeing Dart – at least until the weekend.

There are banquets to serve every night this week and the Robin Hood is a bit short-staffed. Dot has promised to work late every night so she can get off early on Saturday when Dart comes. Nice on the pocket book, but rough on everything else.

She paid her $5.00 deposit on an off-campus house for this summer. She’d wanted to be on campus, but then decided the quiet of Engleman Hall would be better for her. She’s not even allowed to have a radio there, so she asks Dart if he’d like to use it for the summer.

“Did someone actually write a song called “Beautiful Ohio?” They must have meant Connecticut, but could make the words fit. his weather is anything but beautiful. “I rowed to class this morning, but by tomorrow, I’m sure it’ll be deep enough for the outboard motor!”

She had a brainstorm the other day: Since they have no exact date for their wedding, why not make it the same as his folks on June 14? How many attendants does Dart think they’ll need? Harriet and George had six of each, but Dot thinks four maids and four groomsmen would be sufficient. She wants it to be a formal affair, seeing as it’s the only wedding she’ll ever have.

“You’d think we were planning it for three weeks from now, instead of 390 days. Time is passing rapidly , though. Do you realize when I wrote that crazy sign for Kate’s door, it was 521 days?”

“My life is full of memories and anticipation. Every time I think of walking up the aisle to repeat the marriage vows we whispered last Saturday night, I get that surging, aching feeling all through me. Somebody told me it must be love. Think that’s the answer?”

Love, or no love, she feels woosey and she needs some sleep. She’ll be thinking of Dart, of course, as she drifts off to sleep.

Dart tells his “Dearest darling sweetheart” that he’s too weary to write much of a letter. He bought a topcoat and a pair of shoes today, but only had enough money for the coat, so he left the shoes in the “will call” department for a later date.

He hopes she realizes that by asking him to make a date for Homer and Phyll, she’s put him in a tough spot. Al is bound to find out, and Dart doesn’t want to lose a good and old friend. He must have the situation spelled out for Al before he is a party to such doings.

“The first paragraph of the letter I got from you today left me breathless. Where ja learn to write like that?”

That’s all there is for tonight, except “I love you, Dot. The feeling’s so deep and strong that every action and  thought I have is devoted to you.”

#          #          #

I think Dot is more excited about Dart’s acceptance into Cleveland College than he is.  She recalls that he once told her he has the goal of achieving academic honors. To support him in his quest, she suggests that he promise to never write to her before he has finished his homework. If the homework is so demanding that he has no time or energy left afterward to write to her, she will understand. It’s a sacrifice she’s willing to make. In fact, she’ll go one step further and promise she will do the same. Homework before letters. That’s the plan. Now, we’ll see if they can stick to it. (I mean if they can forego sex, this should be easy!)

“Wish I had time to answer today’s letter but I guess there isn’t much I could say anyway. I think your plan is a good one and that we should resolve to stick to it. I’m not sorry for anything we have done in the past and I don’t want to be sorry or ashamed of anything we do in the future.”

Her eyes will simply not stay open. She’s grateful he called her with his college news today and she looks forward to seeing him at Robin Hood on Saturday night.

Dart is happy with the swell letter he got from Dot today. If things go according to plan, he will have started his return trip from Kent by this time tomorrow night. While they’re together, he hopes he’ll remember to talk with her about picnic plans.

Tonight at Hi-Y, there was an election of officers for next year and the head man asked Dart to speak with the boys about some of his experiences in the Navy. There is no meeting next week, and the following week will be the last of the school hear. Mr. Cumler asked Dart if he’d be a YMCA camp counselor this summer, but camp starts the same week as his classes at Cleveland College, so he must decline. It sure sounds like a lot of fun to him, though.

He didn’t do much else today but putter around with his trains. He has his little bit of track smoothed out now, and he hopes to have some noticeable improvements on the layout by the next time Dot visits.

He talks again about how badly the family car needs tires, and he mentions that he now wishes he’d “parasited” his $20 a week from the US government while he had the chance. Then he might have been able to replace those tires. I talked with Mom about what he meant by that comment and she told me about an offer from the government to give $20 a week for 52 weeks to any returning GI who requested it. Dot encouraged Dart to take it, if only to help out his folks a little, but Dart insisted that the Navy had treated him fairly, especially putting him up for 8 months in the Great Lakes Naval Hospital, and he refused to be a parasite by taking any more of their money. I maintain that if it hadn’t been for the Navy, he wouldn’t have had to spend 8 months in a hospital, but Dart was nothing if not scrupulous and unrelentingly honest.

He’s glad she has a spot reserved in off-campus housing over the summer. He’ll be happy to keep her radio while she’s in Greenwich, but she needn’t get it fixed; he’s fairly certain he can put it to rights in short order.

Now he must ask: weren’t her parents also married in June? Then why doesn’t she suggest they get married on that anniversary instead of his folks. He has no objection to any date she chooses, as long as she’ll be there, and he’s not in classes.

He tells her that he’s always wanted a formal wedding, and he agrees that four attendants each is a good number. He’ll want one, or both of her brothers, Hal Martin, and maybe his brother Burke.

Ever since Saturday night, he’s been thinking about the marriage vows they repeated to each other that night. He truly believes they were the real vows, and the vows they say on their wedding day will simply be a public repetition. Still, those are the official ones, and they must do everything in their power to avoid doing wrong over the next 390 or so days.  “I want to marry you Dot,  so we can live together, eat together, do our working and our playing together; so that we can have our friends over to our house (or room) for an evening. I hope I haven’t put too much emphasis on sleeping together, but I want that, too. Good night, Dorothy. I love you.”

#          #          #

Dot can predict in the first sentence that this will be a short letter. She worked late tonight, wrote to her mother, and is nursing a bad headache as a result of said head hitting the ground during a baseball game today. “I feel very much in the mood to call it a day.”‘

At work tonight, she tried to make it very clear that she couldn’t work later than 7:30 on Saturday. She has a banquet to serve that night, starting at 6:15, so she hopes they’ll be done by the time Dart gets there. She’s made $5.00 in tips this week which helps to make up for the $6.00 she spent on her “disappearing choppers” last week.

She wonders if the prints Dart is getting developed will be ready by Decoration Day. She hopes to see them then, except she will not be coming to Cleveland as planned that day, She was just told that she really needs to attend the Health & Phys Ed picnic on campus that day. She has permission to invite Dart, and she surely hopes he’ll come.

There is no doubt that he’ll become a better typist than she is. Ever since she bragged about how well she was doing, she’s done worse on her tests. She says she’ll be lucky to get a B in that class.

She’s tired and has no more energy for writing. She’ll go to bed counting the 16 hours until she sees him tomorrow night.

Neither wrote on May 23rd 70 years ago, but we can meet back here on the 24th for an update from Dart.

Dart begins, “Just 24 hours ago we were in our last short embrace in the car.  I wanted you to come home with me, Dot. Thank you for the lovely evening.  I enjoy every minute of my time with you. Thank you for saying what I wanted you to, when I asked the question. I’d momentarily forgotten about it, and you brought me back down to Earth, where we both belong in cases like that. Only by effective discipline of our desires can we control those passions which we must control. (Said like a parrot, but it’s true, I guess.)”

I think we can assume he’s talking about their plan to stay on the straight and narrow path they have set for themselves. It looks as though Dot has most of the responsibility to “hold the line.”

“I know we slept last night, for a few minutes. I know it was 20 minutes after two once when I looked, and I remember next of waking up, thinking it had been many more than seven minutes. It nearly would have broken my heart if you had held onto my hand as I left.”  It seems almost miraculous that he could drive that long, lonesome road back to Cleveland in the wee hours of the morning and not fall asleep at the wheel. His guardian angel must have been on alert at all such times. Fortunately, there seem to be some all-night coffee and burger joints along the way, which Dart is happy to patronize.

He suggests that they didn’t do such a bad job of dancing, but admits his assessment might simply indicate how little he knows about dancing. (How nice they finally got the chance to dance together again. It’s been a long time coming.) He thinks they should try to work out some of their stiffness on the turns. And speaking of stiffness, he says his legs and feet are stiff today. Obviously more practice is needed in avoiding other couples on a crowded dance floor, he says.

He wants to know the score on Phyll/Al/Homer. Did Phyll tell Al she had a date with Homer?  “I want to know what’s going on around here before I have to start telling lies to cover up my movements.” Al seems to be taking lots for granted about where things stand with Phyll, but Dart hopes he meets some nice girls when he starts school so the sting might be less when she tells him the score.

He talks at length about their refusal to take Dorie and Don to some beer joint after the dance. Dart feels he gave Don fair warning when he told him that he and Dot don’t drink, and that they don’t hang out in the kind of places Dorie and Don wanted to visit. Still, the other couple acted pretty miffed when Dart refused to be their ride. He wasn’t about to give up special time with his lady, sitting around a noisy, smokey, sleazy bar, waiting for the party duo to decide they were ready for a ride home. “Aside from the experience of running from Don and Dorie, I enjoyed the whole evening. Even the running was fun, for we were together.”

After arriving back home at 4:20 AM, Dart still managed to get to church. His mother accompanied him for a change. Then he went home and slept from 1:00 until 6:00 to make up for last night’s lost hours.

“Good night, Sweetheart. …I love you to the fullest extent of my mind, my soul, and my body, in every way that’s known to us.”

#          #          #

Dot scolds herself for going three days without writing and warns Dart that next week may be even worse. Then she vows she’ll find a way to write to him, regardless of the other claims on her time.

She, too, went to church this morning, in spite of getting to bed after 3:30 AM. Then, instead of a five-hour nap, she went to work for the lunch shift during which she had no customers. “I didn’t bother going back this evening ‘cuz I didn’t want to waste any more time at work when I could stay home and waste it.”

She missed Dart so much today that she’d just about convinced herself to take the bus to Cleveland on Wednesday so she wouldn’t have to wait two weeks to see him again. But seeing him for such a short time would only make her miss  him more, so she’s decided not to torment herself.  She asks if she’d be able to spend June 8th and 9th at his home. She’d leave on the 10th to spend a few days with Aunt Marj and Uncle Paul in Erie before heading back to Greenwich. (If her parents end up not coming out to Ohio.)

“It meant a great deal to me that you came out for the dance last night. I’m so proud of you that I welcome every opportunity to show you off.”

She wonders at the phenomenon that prevents her from looking into Dart’s eyes while they dance. She really wants to, but whenever she does, her eyes get teary. It must be that she loves him so much, but she thinks that’s a strange way to show it! Echoing Dart’s comments, she believes they did fairly well on the dance floor last night, but could use a little more practice to build their confidence and get a little smoother with their moves.

She’s sorry he can’t attend the YMCA camp because she thinks he’d really enjoy it. The subject reminds her that she wishes she’d hear back from Camp Miniwanca about her internship there this summer. It strikes me as odd that she is in the final week of school, about to leave on break, and she still doesn’t have firm plans about what she’ll be doing this summer. When did the world get to be so focused on early planning. Now days, if a student doesn’t have a job or internship lined up February, they may as well just throw in the towel. Things moved slower in the 1940s, and folks seemed willing to adjust to last minute plans.

Her parents were married on August 31, so she doesn’t want to wed on their anniversary, unless it’s August 31 of this year!

Speaking  of summer plans – If she and Dart get to Sunapee this September, should they collect on that bet Dart won with Hal Martin? A weenie roast paid for by someone else sounds like loads of fun, especially if it’s at Sunapee!

“To bed now, to dream of the one I love. Which, if you’re interested, is you.”