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^[[red check mark over dot]] Charlie and I met "Gerry" at the station and boarded the 6:55 for Erie. A pleasant evening was had getting better acquainted with "Gerry" and even with Charlie himself, well as I know him by now. He told me he had been unable to get Katheryn a raise and she had wept today and all was not well with "Pretty Kitty." I don't think I could have stood quietly by while she wept - she's too pretty. To bed, hoping a big weekend is in the making.

Erie, Pa.
[[strikethrough]] Washington, D.C. [[/strikethrough]]
Saturday, Oct. 24, '42.

^[[red check mark over dot]] At breakfast we saw the wild Warren country rolling by us, the fading colors of autumn hanging over icy streams and the sun coming up, big and coppery through the river mists. Charlie and Gerry seemed to be very happy with it all and I was happy and proud of what was to come. And I was most proud of Willie and Bab, who met us at the depot; Willie looked trim and attractive as could be in a blue suit with gold buttons and a jaunty little hat with half veil. And Babbie was sporty and healthy and slim and rather striking. I only wished "the man" had been there too, but he had other irons in the fire for Saturday morning.

^[[red check mark over dot]] Willie took Gerry in tow and Maynard drove us to the plant in the Packard. The morning was spent in an inspection tour of the transportation factory facilities - Whitey, Charlie and I - and as we passed the big white flag pole with Old Glory at the head and on the cross-arm, the red, blue and gold Army-Navy E, the blue and white Navy E, the War Bond flag and the service flag, I was really proud. And I was proud of the shops - as we went through the armature department of Bldg. 6, Charlie just shook his head and remarked, "Doggone, I always did