Written while Cheever was on a trip in California and Asia in 1945, but he doesn't include a place of writing.
Part of a large collection of letters from John Cheever to his wife, Mary Cheever. Letters are described in individual records; see MA 5026 for details.
Discussing how he has been spending his time while they wait for transportation at an airfield; comparing the men in this branch of the army to the men in Georgia; commenting approvingly on the country near San Francisco: "the grass is very green and rich, ... and there are none of the ugly semi-tropical trees with thorny trunks and rattling fronds that make Los Angeles look like a bed of nettles; telling her that they still hane not been given an address.