Fred, Buddy and I - in Long Beach

The three of us met the next day in Long Beach where we had a great time. First, we decided to get our picture taken at a photography shop we saw. I was placed in the middle with Fred and Buddy on each side of me. Then, while the pictures were being developed we went to the wooden monster and had several rides on it, laughing all the time, even though I don't like high places. We walked around the park, eating whatever we wanted and then, we had three girls who were determined to make our acquaintance. If we walked one way they got in front of us and if we walked another there they were, smiling all the time. We never could figure out how old they were but we decided they were "San Quentin Quail" and avoided them at all costs until they left. We went back and picked up our pictures; picked one and had three copies made, which they mailed for us to our folks place; mine going to Boulder, CO., not 607 Maxwell; nor 1017 Maxwell where I had previously lived but at a house I only saw once at Marine Dr. My folks, William H. Don and Dora L. Don had moved there to fix it up, sell it and move to Oregon where my Dad worked at the Tillamook Blimp Base in the war effort; then later to Los Angeles where Mom worked for Douglas Aircraft in the war effort. All three of us have been told to stay close to base because something was going to happen sooner than later. Overseas? Yep. We're anxious to go and get it over with.