Up at 0600, a perfect day.
Had three hops, but O’Malley and I went swimming anyhow. I took a long distance swim and nearly lost
my life. Same thing happened to me
with my swim to Treasure Island in 1940 with my pal Art Gomares. I made out OK, but never again, at least not
until I get more practice for it.
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