I asked her for a big tall glass, two or three
cubes of ice and an open bottle of Coca Cola. She said they had
no ice. I looked at the menu but it was hard to read on account
of the samples of soup thereon. I said to Frank, "Let's go." And
we did.
Outside, I met an old codger. . . I asked the old question. He
sent us up the street "thataway, the best place in town, anything
from soup to nuts." I asked, "Does it have tables?" He said, "Why
hell, yes--and pepper and salt too." I felt we were on the right
track. And indeed, compared with the others it was the "Empire
Room" in the Waldorf-Astoria. Quite nice waitress, and I got my
tall glass, etc. . .
Arrived home at 12:45 a.m. A trifle short of 650 miles. Thus
endeth our pecky cypress safari. . .
Cordially,
FINANCIAL ADVICE TO A WORLD TRAVELER
March 16, 1953
Mrs. Ruth Ross Herrman
121 Devon Drive
Falls Church, Virginia
Dear Ruth:
Holy Nellie! You ARE going places, aren't you? I am told that
many adventurous persons in New York are already engaging initial
passage to the moon, so perhaps you should write for a
reservation there before all the space is taken. I thought I had
gone hog wild going to South America three years ago with Sugar
Foot for the winter, even if we did have direct connection with,
and were practically under the constant supervision and tutelage
of General Motors, International Harvester, most all the U.
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