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Street Underground station if any of you are going to England – Merry- field House on York Street.

Well, all good things come to an end and the day came to head home. TWA was on strike so my ticket had to be transferred to Pan Am on what was to have been a direct London-Los Angeles polar flight. However, we were so packed with people and baggage that they announced that we couldn't get off the ground with a full fuel load, so we had to drain some of it away and plan on a stop in Seattle to refuel. This we did, but it was a kind of remarkable flight-we left England about 3 PM and took off northwestward over Greenland. As it got later it got darker, naturally, and the sun set eventually and it was night. Presently it began to get brighter as we moved further north as well as west, but it got bright in the west. This was the first time I ever saw a sunrise in the west. We were then our furthest north-somewhere around Hudson bay, I guess - and then as we curved around in a southwesterly direction toward Seattle, the sun began to set again and finally it was night. So on that “day” I had two sunrises and two sunsets, but three of the four were in the west - kind of weird. Well, we got into L.A. about 10 that night, Dec. 1, an even three months since I left. It certainly was an adventurous, fascinating and edu- cational trip. And of course it leaves my travel bug in high gear to go some more to learn more about this great world of ours. However, I have to stay home this year and recover from the financial shock of that trip plus the car. It, incidentally, arrived three days after Xmas without mishap and I'm driving it most happily; it's a really great car. So that's enough of Vir- ginia's doings for now (probably too much, in the minds of some of you), so it's back to the salt mines. Bye, now!

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