Dear Marion,

This is another letter that doesn't require an answer.
My sympathies are with you. I have some idea how difficult
it is to put things in order, to move out of one apartment
into the next, and then catch a plane to Paris on time.
I wish I could help you; but wishing is as far as it goes.

We arrived in Konnarock at 3:30 a.m. on Wednesday, July 7,
after an uneventful - and for me - rather exhilarating
850 mile non-stop trip from Belmont. I paused only four
times to rest, each occasion about 15 minutes long, and
only at the last, 40 miles from home, in a Rest Area on
I-81 near Atkins VA did I sleep for about 10 minutes.
My nervous system functioned like that of an 18 not an
80 year old man.

Klemens and his family are arriving on Monday. They
will be here for about 6 days. Margaret and I are planning
to return on Friday, July 23, making the trip again in 
one day, this time with the help of Sandy Greene, the
woman who drove Margrit's car to Detroit on December 9,
and who is now coming to Belmont to retrieve it for
Jeane Walls who is receiving it as a gift from me.
I suspect, I've written you all this. A second driver 
will make the trip easier, and perhaps also safer.

Speaking of safety, please don't forget the risks of
deep venous thrombosis and pulmonary embolism associated
with long airplane trips such as you are about to take.
My advice: get a seat on the aisle, avoid sleeping, and
get up out of your seat every thirty minutes, walking
around sufficiently to let your gastrocnemius muscles
pump the blood out of the veins in your calves. Remember
what happened to Margrit.

I'll be expecting your telephone call from Paris on
July 25, but even if we don't make telephone contact,
look for the beribboned creature at the airport. I
have every intention of being there.

Jochen