Dear Diary,

Mother and I went to East Texas to see Daddy Pat this afternoon. I hated to leave that certain picture of a certain Mr. Bob Hope, but I was afraid something would happen to it down there, so I left it on my desk. I often wonder if, after I’m asleep, he doesn’t come out of that post and lie down. I know I’d get tired if I had to spend years learning on one arm, even if it did just happen to be in a picture.

Mother and I arrived at Hughes Springs at 7:30 this evening. We didn’t start ’til 3:30.