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wouldn't be surprised if I go to Washington alone shortly to get acquainted. The trip this week would have made a wonderful start in my Washington campaign and Whitey was rather disgusted, too. Then to my surprise, Whitey says, "Dick Miller is going to meet Walter Hedley in Berwick tomorrow on the A.C.& F. tank parts job. Pack your bag and go with him." So the rest of afternoon was a mad rush to get ready to go to Berwick. Dick and I met at the Nickel Plate Station and hopped off on the 8:07 PM with the pleasant prospect of being called at 3:30 AM to get off at Scranton at 4:05AM. A drink of 114 proof & to bed.

Buffalo, N.Y.
Thursday, Nov. 9, 1939.
I slept hard from 9:30 PM to 3:30 AM when the porter tugged at me. It was an ungodly time to get up but after six hours sleep I didn't feel too badly. the good old [[Lackawamma?]] was right on the dot at Scranton and we struggled out into the air to find it dark and snowing. We repaired to the station lunch room and had breakfast (at 4:15) then sat down in the waiting room to wait until 7AM to catch the "slow freight" as the agent called it, to Berwick. We killed the two hours very nicely discussing the job on which I was very green since Art Packer didn't hand us the papers on it until yesterday morning. I have always liked and admired Dick Miller and it is a pleasure to work with him. He is earnest, intelligent, cooperative, clear, conscientious, and knows his business besides being a very fine looking chap—33 years old, married