Weds. Dec. 20, 1944
I’m writing this just for the hell of it from the USO in St. Louis station. A very beautiful place where I had breakfast of toast, do-nut and coffee. Yes, I had coffee, in fact I think I’ve become a coffee drinker. All of a sudden I can drink the stuff!
You know a reservation is needed on the Jeffersonian and I ain’t got none. So, I’m taking a chance on getting a cancellation and riding in comfort than taking an earlier train. If I don’t get the Jeff, I’ll arrive at 2:10 in the afternoon. Nuts, you’ll know all this before the card arrives.
Hey, I didn’t see this side! I guess I’ll go see the town, as I just checked my bags up here.