We are having a quiet day. It is sort of gloomy and just
right for reading and dozing. We are content to rest
and remember. I am mostly thinking of the Veit Nam
veterans who were duped into fighting a foolish, political
war. I see so many of them, now old broken men, in the
V.A. hospital.

We went to the movies on Saturday and saw Through The
Looking Glass. I was disappointed and grew tired of all
the special effects. The only one that I really loved
was the charming Cheshire cat who appeared and disappeared
throughout the movie.

We had Ellie and the Kids and my friends over for Sunday
dinner. We enjoyed them a lot and afterward Phyllis and
I went to the festival of the arts on Paseo. It was fun,
filled with music, paintings, pottery and junk sculpture.
I bought Ted a small Native American water color by
John Tracey. It was boiling hot, almost ninety degrees.
We wore straw hats and took refuge in a bar when it got
too hot. Cold beer helped. I wanted to try one of the
wine slushes but we didn't get to that tent.