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[...] Two little kids. [...]

(“Good night, kid.”

[...] There was talk and kidding about marriage, etc. [...]

[...] Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”

[...] More than once Jane has asked me what I’d have thought at that age had I been aware that my wife-to-be was a “round-faced little kid, still playing with paper dolls….”

[...] Treat it with kid gloves and you are in the middle of a battle.”

([Jane:] “So long, kid.”

[...] The kids downstairs, full of fun, began yelling with great energy on the porch. [...]

[...] “I’ve always moved furniture, even as a kid,” I said. [...]

“Some really beneficial and odd developments are taking place in my physical condition,” Jane wrote, “generally starting last Saturday night (October 31) when the kids visited from NYC—students I haven’t seen in nearly two years. [...]