For a long time, I never looked in the envelope at this letter, because I thought it was a legal document about insurance or some such topic. Actually, the Charles Garner of the law firm on the envelope was an old friend from WWII. He writes a long and rambling letter about exploits with my father.
Written on both sides, some of it may be hard to read. I do plan to transcribe it after all of Walt’s and Ruth’s letters have been transcribed, but I might point out that he refers to my father as “Pitt,” a nickname I heard about somewhere in the distant past.
Postmarked 23 November 1951.