August 7 Saturday, 1943

ToDay is the Birthday of

Fair but a little cooler, wind East.

After work we took a ride down to the Camp. Walder, Pic, and Eric came too.

When I moved the boat a small roach was under it and I caught it in my hands before it knew where to go.

Walder and I went out into the pond and I caught a nice bass right off the roach. About 15 minutes after I had it in the boat I cleaned it and found my roach in the bass’s stomach and to my surprise part of the tail and fins and body scales had already digested, so that the flesh was bare.

Walder and I picked a few blueberries.

Got a letter from Bobbie Lee. All he has to do now is acquire flying experience.

“Life is short, but there is always time for courtesy.” Emerson

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