January 1963, a letter from my old pal Dave in the Air Force. He's a maintenance guy. Newly assigned to Abilene, TX from Biloxi, MS. He says the planes he was going to work on here (B47's) are being replaced by B52's and need a larger runway. He's writing on cartoon paper that starts out "I'm finally writing you a letter because I need a friend."

He complains about there being nothing to do in Abilene, but I bet he found something to do - like a girlfriend - because this D.C. boy settled down in Richardson, TX (outside Dallas) - from whence he called me many years later.

I think I told that story already.