October 5, 1944
Thursday Night

Dearest Ken;

Am so awfully tired tonight that the following will not only be poorly written, but probably you won’t be able to understand any of it, either. Just as soon as I finish it I shall go to bed and stay until morning even though it’s seven o’ clock. Coming home on the public transport system is such an ordeal; it takes about an hour and people are packed in like herring. I certainly hope that now that Muni has taken over the Market Street Railroad there will be some improvement in the service; thus far it has retrogressed. The fellows working on old MSRR are grunting around all the time because of the dissatisfaction that exists between their union and the Muni Union. The latter seems to want to take away the former’s seniority rights and lower their pay, or something to that effect. They are always belly-aching about the situation at every run. The people up in this part are totally dependent upon the number 6 for transportation service and it’s the worse in town, I’m sure.

Well, you’re probably not interested in the thing as yet? Hope we have a car and that I recover from my fear of driving so that I have confidence. I believe I had to quick an initiation into it while out here and in Oakland. By the way, received a letter from the Oakland Department of Health offering a job… $185 month and a car furnished, which is ten more than San Francisco Department of Health.

Wish I hadn’t moved now/
Berna Lou