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31 October 1965 Dear Jack:

     Your wonderful surprise visit was so much like a dream it fizzled out into a nightmare.
     Our enthusiastic invitation to go back and bring Gladys and your friends was so genuine that we forgot the several complications that forced me to cancel the invitation and end up by being so rude.
      Actually, Moody had had the flu and came with the understanding that he would go home early.  Then, there was the problem of driving Gilbert to Evanston to pick up his car because he had locked himself out in the early afternoon.  After peering out of the window several