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2632 Woodley Place Friday 9 p.m. My darlings, I am looking forward eagerly and with about a 50-50 expectation of a delicious surprise for you tomorrow. I am going to try to hop a free ride from [Anacostia?] Naval Field to Floyd Bennet Field in Brooklyn, calling you from there and making believe for a moment that I'm still in Washington and just impatient for Sunday's call. The Navy runs an unscheduled passenger service (in planes accommodating three besides the pilot), making several stops a day for Captains and Commanders and the like and taking along any extra personnel they have room for they do not fly in inclement weather and there is no guarantee that there will be space, so I can only hope. I got the tip from Ted Jackson (you've met him a couple of times - we ran across him entering the Columbia quadrangle one time in December) who has made the trip. [H?g] done as flying except for a few minutes over New Orleans. I am especially hopeful and would love to see both Washington and Manhattan from the air. I am telling you now so that you'll know when you read this on Monday (if I haven't come) that I had the thrill of anticipation, at least; and of course meanwhile I shall have phoned you on Sunday. We got word today that we are to be detached 1630 on Thursday - I'll probably streak for home, but don't quite count on it because if I come up tomorrow and if I should have to work evenings during the week to meet my schedule and finish up, as is possible - I may have to spend that evening getting my trunk off at the Hayden's and come home Friday morning. I hope very much that I'll have time to spend another evening with the Williamses, and also one with Lucille, but neither will keep me from coming home Thursday night to my family. I suppose you’re wondering (since I spoke in last night's [pg 2] letter of perhaps going to the Watergate concert with Hugh and Toni) how I happen to be home tonight. Hugh had forgotten that they were going to the Williamses. I had dinner in the Navy Building Cafeteria tonight, after staying an hour to type several copies of my orders to have them in [?] and brought home a rather comprehensive book on a certain geographical area in the Pacific published by the Vill Affairs branch of the Navy and gotten together (I presume largely by students, under the editorship of staff members) at the Military Government School. I've just spent a couple of hours reading it and I must say that although life could be tolerable there it would certainly have few of the pleasurable excitements and conveniences of our native metropolis. Thought about Dot for some time after you spoke of her last night and, without considering it seriously, projected an imaginary conversation alone with her. She really does need some expert and subtle sitting on, with lots of understanding because she needs that and with lots of tact and humor because she wouldn't take it any other way. But your news of tonight about the Navy doctor in Trenton complicates things considerably and there's not much to do but sit back and hope for the best. I can imagine how you felt about the “much stuff” on the telephone. I'm all “packed” ([Chin?] P'ing Mei - which I haven't read since last weekend - 1 pair of socks and I hope that my laundry will be ready tomorrow for a fresh shirt and extra underwear, and a set of gold buttons in order to wear my freshly laundered khakis if they’re ready) and have only to do a little figuring with the shortly-to-be-enclosed check record*, and then off to a goodnight's sleep with high hopes for tomorrow. With all my love, big and little Sweetie Warren *will bring checks home later
