Jim and Murray, typically rumpled, in their Mexican shirts |
dear turists..
finally got around to bailing out the morgan mailbox today-
and found this in it…i took the liberty (as social secretary) in dispatching a
letter off to brother moskin saying you were in mexico city attending a bund
meeting and that i was forwarding your letter.
Otherwise, your mail is most uninteresting. we’ve settled
down to enjoying the morgan manse, and all is under control. your suit came
back from the cleaners, and I think with a few alterations, it will be ok.
drove rosa’s car the other day, and found it most satisfactory, except that I
noted a tendency to shimmy whenever it hit 90. ann is a little miffed at me for
breaking the bean pot, but I did it in a fit of pique when I found she had
painted the front room pine boards in alternate stripes of red and white.
And
we managed to meet a few of the neighbors the other night—it was my first
realization that most people out here belong to the volunteer fire department.
hope you're enjoying yourself. the weather here has been
wonderful, and I am the illegitimate son of jean harlow. write when you find
work.
jim und ann
ps…rosa – did you really tell ann to put in a cupful
of detergent when operating the dishwashing machine?
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