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New York NY 
May 31, 1973

Dear Mother,

It is finally getting warm here, no-coat weather. The rains continue, about every other day it rains. I hope it is warm enough in the barn.

Nothing new in the job field; I had hoped to get a job in a publishing house, and was greatly encouraged by the interviewer, but that didn't come through. However, I have a good young personnel man working to find me a better job. 

Primaries are coming up next Monday, and I expect I shall vote as usual. None of the candidates for mayor are very appealing, unfortunately. 

Dean's agent told me that he is going out to Hollywood next week to show Dean's TV script of his last book to some producers, and has some hopes for success. I wasn't to tell Dean, however, for fear of raising false hopes. He is still working on trying to sell my word game idea to a syndicating firm. As for the invention the man wants me to invest some money, which I'd rather not do; the alternative is to advertise for a partner who would put up the money in exchange for a share of the profits; that's what I'll do if anything. 

The officje is snot so bad these days (although my typing is still faulty!). I am picking out samples for a study these days, which is more fun than typing. I have a fairly good friend in my office-mate Connie, although she will leave the job in a month to go for a vacation in the Canary Islands, returning to better work. We neither of us lie the way things are run here, with no delegation of responsibility and dull subjects to type about. She wants to work for the Board of Education, in a position which pays considerably better and is more interesting. My shorthand is not good enough for that, and I'm not interested in getting it good enough. 

Well, that is about all for this week. 

Love, 
Doris