How are you, Jimmy, my boy? Fine, I hope, and much better than your other half, I trust. You will not be surprised to learn that I gave Audrey’s wedding a miss. Just before I left London, I had thought at length about whether or not I should go. I turned it over and over in my mind right up until the time I arrived here at the “Y”, and I finally decided not to attend on the day I went to see Constance, and Pat did not seem to know me. Or even worst, she did not want to know me.
How are you, my dear Jimmy? Wish you were here! America at this moment is the place to be. It is the most wonderful thing that the day after the Arabs and Israelis choose to “bury their differences,” four American presidents past and present decide to sign a Trade Agreement with their other American neighbours. Isn’t that wonderful? What could be more befitting?
I had a letter from the Pastor of the Belden Regular Baptist Church today. He wrote at length offering the hand of friendship and praising the high objectives of his church and the laudable things they do for all. He mentioned last Sunday’s worship and expressed the hope that I was uplifted. Well, it was patently obvious that I was not uplifted and I made no secret of it.