I don't know where I stand on the matter of letter writing. Do I "owe" you a letter? Anyway, I've thought very often of you.
We have come through a spell of bitter winter, but now it is like April. Soon it will be March — then almost immediately it will be the Fourth of July, if not Xmas Eve! Who said "Time flies"? Was it Horace? Anyway, it does, doesn't it?
Wayne State College wants me to give a three-weeks course there next summer. Think of it! Seventy (70) years ago I was ringing the bell there for my tuition, and here I'm about to lecture there after 70 years! It doesn't seem possible!
When do we see your article? I'm eager to read it.
Mildred Bennett has just had a nervous breakdown. This saddens me deeply. She was busy collecting
my journalistic essays. I'm so sorry for her! She's a dear person and a wonderful friend. And I can't do anything to help. (You will remember that she created Willa Cathers Memorial at Red Cloud, Nebraska, and wrote the book The World of Willa Cather.
I twisted my ankle yesterday, and I'm hobbling with a cane today.
Affection for each of you. You are dear to this old man, Slade.
John N.
I hope my old eyes will be good enough for the Wayne State job. They don't grow better, I'm afraid.
J.
Big classes again this semester!
