I recorded the movie "Lili" with Leslie Caron and Velna and I entertained ourselves by watching it last night. Do you remember when you went with us to see Lili at the Wyo Theater in Laramie a week before we all went to Penrose together in August 1953 when Velna and I were on our way to Bozeman where I would start my master's degree studies in agricultural economics? I hadn't seen that movie for 58 years if my arithmetic is approximate, yet it brought back so many memories of that summer with flashbacks of scenes I still remembered from the movie. And who can forget the lyrics to the lilting "Hi Lili"?
That was the summer I rescued you from hoeing beets with your siblings so you could move to the big city and tend the wonderful children at this home, which I took a photo of when I went back to Laramie for my 50th college graduation reunion.
My home was in a room fixed for student workers in the second floor of this sheep barn. If you are wondering what you smell like after your clothes, your hair, everything you have is reeking with sheep lanolin, I can refresh your memory.
Old Main where, among all the other buildings on the UW campus, I was student janitor one summer.
So that about sums it up for this letter. Love, Dwight. (sorry you never understood the word ditto, or you could have learned to read even sooner than you did).