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It is now Sunday. I have perused the newspaper and find nothing to stimulate me or move me to greater efforts. It seems to me that WWIII is on the way, of course we won't go, having no gas to run our fatal attack combos, which is ironic as a neighbor pointed out today - we sell thousands of cars and now find we don't have gas to run them. He use to work where I did and is trying to be a landlord - a rather decent chap, if he didn't have an extra house saddled upon his back, but puddles away, painting here, cutting there and taking it all quite cheerfully, he thinks.

   We have a new Irish pub downtown - MURPHY'S - I have not been in it yet, but my son has and reports are good = Irish Harp in large glasses, and other Irish goodies at reasonable prices.  Must go some day, may be make a sketch.  I haven't made a sketch for some time of anything, so should be rewarding.  All these new eating places - I don't see how they can survive?  Someone asked Murphy how long he expected to last and he said "a hundred years".  Well maybe he will, but I won't be here to find out, neither will Murphy!  Best wishes, Jack

What do you hear from Judy Rayford?