Play this Brooklyn, NY, USA
September 5th, 1939
My Dearest Genevieve,
This morning’s sun found it’s way through that little hole in the shade your brother made last Christmas and blinded me awake long enough to hear the boy on the corner hawking his rag with shouts of war. I went down to see what the fuss was about and flipped him a nickel for the pleasure. We got the news 2 days ago about Germany and Poland but now I see France is joining in. I don’t care how much moolah Donavan is raking in from the Toulouse shows, he needs to pull up stakes and get the whole caravan to make tracks or he’s going to hear it from me. You know what a pill I can be when it comes to you. Continue reading