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Buddie  — It was in Aug? — June? — see album.
Your father's letter written a flu the cabin made (by him). Briquet had a cracked water jacket. We— you age 3— I 23, your Dad 25 and Chgs. seed millionaire Mr. Dickensin who funded the Briquet, adored Geo. & helped formed Aero Club of Illinois, were in the cabin. Geo. in rear cockpit outside. He couldn't smell after the head injuries of the WACO-Cooter fog forced landing. (I never used the word "smell" or sniffed at good smells thereafter) Our eye was set back a little. We were en route to Atlantic City. Pa. Nits dreaded by all pilots parachutes [[quicknocore?]] equipment. We followed