It Was Night in a Minute

Took five hours to get to Miami.  Paid for Catherine’s ticket.  It was night in a minute, a long flight.  Charlie Cowles met us in a great car, warm and wonderful, but it was 11:00.  Time changes.  Past the Fontainebleau, things like that.  Took us to his mother’s place on Indian Creek Island on the grounds of a private club, had a lot of waterfront property.  Met the mother and father, Mr. and Mrs. Cowles.  Had sandwiches.  Fred and I were in the guest house, Catherine was in the main house.  Read Anforum which Charlie Cowles owns and went to bed.