"San Marcos. ¶ Friend Mort, May be a while before I am back home. I wish I had given you the counts on the heifer calving in the Divide horse trap. Last night Cheryl and I danced to an 18 piece orchestra in the old World War II hanger here in San Marcos. The rough concrete floor honed the soles of my dancing pumps down so smooth, when I stepped on the tile floor of the men's room, I did a split -- a painful unexpected split. My doctor thinks I should go back to night [sic] with a different pair of shoes and try not to dance to God Bless America. There were 22 head in the trap when I left but I think the Brangus heifer may have already had her calf. ¶ Morte."