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gentlemen, who was still pretty shakey after his recent illness. I believe with him there is going to be a chance to really do some business. He said he was going to have a session with the management Saturday about buying an engine and would we have our whole report in his hand by that time sure - the report I wrote to Roy from Montpelier last summer had never got beyond 140 Federal St - well do I remember toiling at it one Sunday up there! Paton took us down to the shop and introduced us to Mr. Donnelly, a big tall Irishman, who thinks Cummins engines are 100% - he has an HB4 in a truck that has gone 210,000 miles as I recall, and worked almost perfectly. So we promised to have a letter in his hands by Saturday and started back to Boston in the late afternoon.

I had intended going home tonight but I could see where I could be of some real assistance by staying over and helping prepare the report for Paton and furthermore, if there would be any way of going to Woodsville and still getting home Saturday, I want to see the Woodsville job, a definitely dark horse - a pig in a poke - elected by Perlius and never checked by us. So en route to Boston, I puzzled over timetables and finally found a way - go to Woodsville tomorrow, ride Tarzan Jr. from 5:30 PM to 1:30 AM, catch the 2:20AM sleeper out of Wells River, arrive Boston 8:03 AM Saturday, take the 10:20 AM plane to New York, the 12:10 PM plane to Buffalo, the 2:35 PM plane to Erie and be home at 3:20 PM Saturday. I made up my mind to do it. It seemed like the right way - not to leave with my job half