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After Bert left, I took Law for a drive around the Peninsula in the dark. Law is a little wizened up fellow in the 50's I'd say, an ex-circus trapeze artist (the fellow they toss around), now a Republic Steel railroader. He tells me Ladley is first cousin of the President of Republic, and rates very well in the organization. Law wouldn't drink at the City Club with us at first, although we finally got him to take some Black Horse ale. So I didn't try to get him out on a bender this evening and was home at 10:30, pretty sleepy. I darned near ran down a pedestrian on 6th St. returning from the Peninsula around 10 PM - it was dark and wet and I didn't see him until I was nearly on top of him and he never increased his pace one bit. I was a little shaken afterward to think if I had hit him, whether I would have been in trouble for having been drinking. Even though I hadn't had anything to drink for three hours and was perfectly sober. I imagine you could still smell liquor on my breath and it wouldn't have been so good. It's a strong reminder to be super-careful when you drive after drinking.

Erie, Pa., 
Tuesday, Oct. 31, 1939.
Got George Law off to Massillon on the last Republic locomotive this afternoon. Rudy wrote a letter to Hedley on the Southern Pacific and asked me to read it. He had about a half dozen mistakes and I wished he had sent it out without my checking it. I think the incident made him think because he sat staring at nothing for several minutes afterward. Am cleaning up odds and ends and tomorrow should be ready for new work, the B&M consignment requisition arrived at last.