Price is apparently writing from New York, where he moved in 1948.
This item is part of a collection of autograph letters and manuscripts of war poetry primarily related to World War II.
Telling him the Smith letter came, and writing, "My sorry-est feeling over the whole deal are [sic] for the labor and embarrassment the thing caused you. I not only owe you a big dinner and drink, but I'll serve lentil soup and anoint your feet"; noting that "everyone ... is just too damn encouraging" about his writing; reporting on his progress as a writer: "I have now some fiction in the market and many ideas and projects. In the two months plus I have been in town I have learned a little of the wonder and operation of the place and am thankful that I didn't go to work the first couple of weeks"; commenting on the sightseeing he has done in New York; observing that he has "no idea" what "rhubarb" means.