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Belfast, N. Ireland Aug 21, 1965

Dear Jack:
 Raining hard today, has been all night with only a short stop of an hour or so. I'd say this is the coolest summer Mabel and I have

known since the summer of 1934. Not long ago I had my shoes repaired and had to listen to a considerable amount of advice from the cobbler. I thought to take advantage of him, so asked how it is that when it rains, nobody seems to wear rubbers. "Oh," he said, "I've heard of them. You see, they never caught on here." Sane in Sou. Ireland, resulting in damaged leather and discomfort, and no doubt illness. Back to my shoes for the last time. Owing to the constant state of rivalry between N. Ireland and Eire, it's best to mail the shoes from London, as up here we're the same as in the jolly old Empire. What's left of it. Would you register, or rather, insure the package (just wrapped good in paper, no box).