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Erie, Pa.,
Saturday, Oct. 21, 1939.
Shopping in the rain this morning and working about home this afternoon. I hosed out the cellar among other things, putting on old clothes, rolling up my pants and going barefoot like a sailor swabbing deck. Am gradually getting one odd job after another cleaned up around the place and one of these days we can consider ourselves settled.

Had Jon and Myrtle [[Dourine?]] in this evening for just a good long chin – no bridge but a fire in the fireplace, a rye high, and a cozy, pleasant, chatty time. It is amazing how much fun it really was. Jon says he understands Bob Walsh is better and hopes to get back to work in the spring. Jon, especially after the highball, was in rare form and we all enjoyed it. Myrtle is a great chatterbox but she is not tiresome and has a good sense of humor. I like them both very much and enjoyed being with them.

Erie, Pa.
Sunday, Oct. 22, 1939.
This was a stay-at-home day – gray, rainy, interspersed with occasional spurts of sunshine. It was just right to keep a fire in the living room all day and just take it easy. I continued cleaning up odd jobs and wrote a dozen checks that gave the bank account quite a kick in the pants.

Erie, Pa.,
Monday, Oct. 23, 1939.
Arrived in Los Angeles today with 2.4% leeway with a 6000 HP locomotive and raised speed restrictions. I call that a pretty close shot for a first offering. Maurice says 3000 HP will do it but I can't see it.