"Right now I'm the loneliest man in Protection. In a few days my life alone will come to an end. Since you're coming to live with me, I'm looking forward to the fullest sort of life. When I come home at night there will be someone waiting for me. The apartment will look lived in. And I'll have a chance to kiss my sweetheart--a nice leisurely kiss. Since it'll be in our own home, there'll be no chance for interruption."
--Letter from my father, Protection, Kans., to my mother, Hutchinson, Kans., Monday, January 19, 1948.