The wind blew at 30 and 40 miles an hour. Christmas was quiet with us. Arthur's son, Arthur, Jr. came over from Houston for a couple of days. He seems to be a might fine young man, very much nicer than his brother John who is very hard to get along with and does not seem to like us very much. John was 28 years old this month and Arthur will be 30 years old in July, neither married yet.
Time rushes on and everything changes so.
This city has grown so much that we do not know where streets are any more. There are no industries here, just the military installations and thousands of retired Army officers and enlisted men live here. A great many of these have good jobs too, and some think that the jobs should be for the home town boys, most of them have to go elsewhere. It will be nice to hear from you. I had a card from Bonnie.