Tomorrow long before Dawn's rosy fingers touch the skies above the mighty Bannock and Wasatch Mountains, before the small birds awaken and make melody, before God Herself awakes, Rapparee shall be in a coach racing to the Salt Lake City Aerodrome. He has packed his black tie, his speedos, and all that is needed for a getaway to Getaway.

Mom, if I post not here until next Monday, remember that I forget you not nor any of the sibs. Amos and I shall raise a glass or six of water (it's a Methodist camp, after all) to you all.