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May 8, 1973 Dear Mother, It is cold as late winter today, and dark, but it was very nice last weekend. Tonight we have free theatre tickets to a play in Greenwich Village, which is a comedy and should be good. These tickets come from Hospital Associates, Inc., an organization which gets free tickets for people at the hospitals, ans some are available every week. A few weeks ago we went to John Bunyon's "Pilgrim's Progress", which proved to be rather dreary as a play but was magnificently staged with a full-sized Chinese dragon, giants, and very elaborate screens. Dean went to sleep during the performance, to wake up when the dragon came lumbering in to the accompaniment of loud music. Tonight's play should not be such a sleeper. Dean has gotten a small writing job which should pay $200. He is opening his own checking account so as to be able to put it in. In the meantime, he continues in the wig business, but has been kept in lately due to bad weather. Not much else to report this week. I am looking for another job, and have interviewed in two places. One, unfortunately, gave me a theold ruboff of my being overqualified. The other, with a publishing organization, will let me know today. I know they are considering me seriously. The work involves proofreading and a gradual getting into editing work, which should be much more congenial than what I am doing now. I see from your letter that you have finally gotten your ploughing done. Congratulations! The year's vegetable and fruit crops will certainly suffer from this year's bad spring, I'm afraid, pushing our cost of living still higher. We had a simple beans and ham hocks meal that has lasted already three days starting on Sunday. You can mix in hamburg when the ham hocks are eaten up, changing the taste a bit. Dean superintends the cooking, for he is good at the dish. Love, Doris