27 January

Dearest Cyn,

This is a poor excuse for a for a Saturday nite, no matter how you look at it. We’re really trying to meet a deadline on a big report-and to top it off, it started snowing a few minutes ago.

However, I am feeling fine and have no cause to complain. We just received a batch of photos from Australia which we had taken [there] a few weeks ago. One of the fellows sent them to his wife who will develop them and mail you two copies one for The Miami Landaus. They turned out very well and you should be getting them in five or six weeks.

How are you? I hope everything is O.K. at home, and that Dad, Ben, Lee, and the Biddies are all well.

I wonder if you could get come canned soup for me, as the “chow” here has been atrocious lately, and some good soup would be a welcome addition to our meager fare.

Have you seen Pearl Selma or any of the “gang” lately? I hope it won’t be too long before we’ll be able to have that big victory celebration. More than anything else-I miss you sweetheart. It seems like an eternity since I saw you last, and I want you and need you desperately, my lovely angel. I love you with all my heart and soul-so take good care of yourself and keep on loving me as I love you.

Your loving husband,

Sam

P.S. Best regards to all the folks

More love,

Mr. L.