2 July
Dear Pete:
I take it that you aren't spending the summer in Pasadena after all, since you aren't there by now. I talked to Mom and to Linie on the phone last night. Linus seemed in good spirits, but it is hard to tell over the phone. Did your toys show up alright? I insured the parcel, so let me know if they don't show up, and I will file a claim.
Linus intimated that you don't seem too anxious to be rid of the Merc. I don't blame you. I have, of course, had some interest in the machine, although no money. I wonder if you might be receptive to the following type of proposition. I propose that you and I form a sort of partnership with respect to the car, and that I shall sometime begin restoring it. Then, if at some time it must be sold, we would share the proceeds in proportion with our respective investments. Furthermore, we might agree that, in the event one of us wants to sell out the other has the option to buy for the dollar investment of the one. Anyway, details can be worked out in time, if you like the idea at all. This sort of arrangement would allow us to keep and enjoy the old crate, and restore it, yet would spread the financial burden of maintaining it a little thinner. Let me know if you are at all interested in this fantastic scheme.
I am learning to touch type on a departmental IBM. I can still type faster with two fingers, but I can see that with practice this way is better.
Your old Porsche apparently has gear box trouble. Linus said that he may never get insurance money for his wrecked Super 90, and mumbled something about sending me the drive gear, ie engine, and gear box, to fit to your old Porsche. It would give it a touch of what it needs. I went to local yokel road races the other day. Pretty humorous, especially the formula junior Cooper that blew off all the big modifieds, until the rain stopped.
I am doing an experiment now, and have to keep jumping up to take samples, read optical densities, etc. Therefore this letter, to say nothing about the experiment, will probably be even less organized than usual.
I saw my friend E. C. Lingafelter this morning. Ever since your infamous visit he says hello every time we meet on campus. My grad student friends over there in Chemistry still talk about your talk. Apparently you made some sort of impression.
Now I have finished the experiment, so I can type uninterrupted. Work goes slow as hell. My target for finishing is the New Year, but I have learned that it is hazardous to make predictions. I'd better get done fairly soon, though, because my fellowship runs out in September, and I will have to go back to departmental funds, which will result in a salary cut. Also, post-doc stipends look damn attractive. Yesterday was Cheryl's sixth, and poor Lucy had to entertain the neighborhood small fry. I guess that her party was a success, though, and she has a lot of new paper dolls. I bought her a large trike, with a 20 inch front wheel, and new she tears up and down the driveway. Their old trikes were passed along, and Crelly has already rolled out into the street. Perhaps it will teach him to be a little more cautious. Crelly is quite adept, though, more so than the girls were at his age. Natural superiority, I guess. Soon I can get a go-kart for him (and me).
Well, time to go.
Much love --
Crellin