So, Job number… 5?  6?  Lost count.  I also stopped counting the “I love you’s” as I’m sure you get the point.  He loves her.

Postmark August 27, 1967.  Denver, Colorado.

Sun. morn.

Hi Honey,

Don’t have much time so this will be pretty short.  It’s after eleven thirty and I just got up.  Didn’t quite make it to church like I had planned.  Of course part of it was because I didn’t make it to bed until after two last night.  That makes a difference.

I’m not even counting on that IBM job anymore.  I’ve talked to several people who have done all this too, and they all got polite letters saying that after all the crap they had gone through the company couldn’t use them.  Seems like everybody and his dog has been there at one time or another.  So last night I looked in the paper again and I think tomorrow I’ll look around some more.  The hours I’ve got now are pretty hard on both of us.  The only reason I’m doing it is to get some money for Labor Day.

Yeah, Labor Day weekend.  One week from today and I’ll see you again.  One week sure doesn’t seem like much, but when you think of seven long individual days it seems like years.  Now here’s the deal — I don’t remember if I told you before or not.  We leaving here when Bob gets off work Saturday night at 6:00.  Will be all ready to leave straight from the store.  With the time change and all we should hit home about 8:30 Sunday morning.  Oh boy, straight to your place.  You going to be up by then?  If not I’ll get you up!  Okay, will have to start back Monday morning about 10:00.  That way we can make it back here by ten that night.  If Bob can get off Tuesday morning, then we’ll leave about 3:00 or so.  Got all that straight?  Sure wish it were longer, but it’s better than nothing.  Also, since I’m taking my own car back, I might stay another day if I don’t have any special reason for coming back.  That would be fine with me.

Sure got a lot of things I’d like to tell you but it’s getting late and I have to eat and get ready for work at one end I’ll probably work till one.  I’ll just save most of it till I see you, I guess.  We’re going to have a nice long talk (like we always did anyway).  That is something I really miss.  I love you honey.  Boy, are you getting get tired of hearing that when I’m home!  I love you!  Gotta go now.  Take it easy; I know, you always do.

Love forever!

J.

PS.  Hope you could read all this, I wrote it pretty fast.  You probably won’t get much bigger letters this week — they’ll all have to be written in a hurry.  Sorry!

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