<-- back to index Dear Fred, Well how are you anyways. Are you still home. Oh say Alfred, what was it you drove over when leaving our place, I had to laugh when I heard it ha! ha! ha! Now you laugh. I suppose you think I am a cowboy as I am all [tan?], ha! ha! Now I want you to drop me a card, be sure now. Many thanks for that card you sent to me, but you should have written it yourself. Now don't forget. As ever, bye bye with greetings to all. Ellen Carlson 718 Girard Ave N. Minneapolis <-- back to index |