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A couple of weeks ago we went to the Cow
Palace for a hockey game. Jim's mother got us
the tickets and baby sat because she thought we
needed a night out. It was really great. We
probably would have never done it ourselves, but
she showed up with the tickets and we went.
Even if you don't understand what is going on,
the principle of getting the puck in the goal
is a simple one and there is seldom a dull moment
in the process. They had a couple of dandy
fist fights and one guy casually brained another
with his stick. We heard later that this one
was considered a relatively gentle game. I have
heard about how the Canadians knock each other
around. Really a thrilling sport, you should
try it.

Last Sunday, Pooh wore that pink dress you
got her to church. The weather was finally nice
enough. She really looked nice in a white straw
hat and a white wicker purse.

Your phone call just came unexpectedly and
I have made the motel reservations. The man
wanted to know if you were going to be ther on
Sun nite. Since I didn't know how many days one
of those pig orgies lasts, I told him I didn't know
so he said that it wasn't too important anyway.
"A nice room with twin beds in the back" and in
your name at the Shangri-La. So your reservation
is hereby confirmed.

Have to hit the sack now. Tomorrow I promised
too many people that I would come to see them,
in my usual well organized way. Hopefully, someone
will have moved or inherited a million which
cuts down the time necessary to process the application.

Got a couple of new records, my favorite vice,
"country music". I finally found a recording of
"The Letter Edged in Black". Pooh has a new Walt
Disney of "The Lady and the Tramp" and you can hear
"We are Siamese if you please" until it's printed
on your brain. See you Sat.

Love,
Marcia