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Erie, Pa.
Saturday, Mar. 16, 1940.

And this was another memorable day. Everything on my mapped out schedule clicked to perfection! Arrived in Boston at 8:03 AM on the dot. Called Roy and he came down and we breakfasted together at the Manger and I told him the story about Woodsville and also that Moriarity told us Berlin is heavier than Woodsville so that looks out. He drove me to the airport, meanwhile telling me Doc Millan has a bad appendix and a bad gall bladder but is so relieved to know it isn't anything malignant he is happy as a lark although facing a pretty tough operation.  I received a jolt at the airport when they told me it looked as through they might not be able to land at Buffalo or Erie on account of low ceiling but suggested I "string along" with them and see how things turned out - which I decided to do, and I'm glad I did. The flight to New York in a Douglas Flagship was wonderful although couldn't see a whole lot on account of clouds and snow. About the time an elderly lady across the aisle asked the stewardess nervously if we were going to land before getting to the airport - we were then flying low over Long Island Sound - we roared down onto the runway at La Guardia Field to a fast perfect landing about 2 minutes late because of 50 MPH head winds. The New York to Buffalo pilot, Capt. Heinrich, a rather menacing looking Germanic youth, allowed he get into Buffalo all right, and within 20 minutes of arriving in New York, we were climbing rapidly up into the clouds in another flagship, and saw nothing more of sky or earth for a full hour as the Douglas droned on her way at 190 MPH. They let us know when we were over Elmira and announced conditions in Buffalo were "above our standards" and we would land there