Beth and her gallant escort at Dann’s Depot. (Note: crisp white shirt.) A mighty fine c and w band was playin’. Most of the other dancers were in cowboy boots; the men had big belt buckles. One man kept getting up to dance with different ladies; he looked about 90. It could not have been a friendlier place.

what a short great trip it was
Home again home again jiggity jig. Right now I am of course sitting in the swivel armchair in the kitchen


