Etta, Aunty and I went to Old Saybrook: Etta finally got to meet my godparents, Ruth and Bull Yakaitis, and Ray, my brother from another mother. Bull barked, belched and otherwise behaved himself. Ray may be in love. Ruth looked beautiful.
Aunty stayed out late. We talked out on the patio of the Saybrook Point Inn, telling stories from back in the day.
You and Etta look pale – though I am glad for that, you should stay out of the harsh sun, you pale white things, and keep the skin problems and diseases far away too.