They were for the most part pretty dismal. The only one I recall with any pleasure was the first, in 1942. I was in Madison, Wisc., trying to learn the mysteries of Navy radio communications, and was generously invited to dinner at the home of some people who took pity on us boys who were far from home. Their name, I think, was Knie, and I've more than likely misspelled it. -- Fran
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