March 31st

March 31, 1911


Frank is visiting, calling on friends. I have checked in to the conference, but am really tired with jetlag. This is my son’s birthday. For the first time I am not able to celebrate a birthday with him since I am at the conference in LA. Funny, I feel a bit insignificant, forgotten and overlooked here at CELA. When my son was born I was actually their president.

Leave a Reply