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does not hold my true vocation in life.

MON. Continuing to grope, which I kind of enjoy, I applied
at Kodak on Thursday and today I took the aptitude test, expect-
ing to get a machine job like Jane and Jean have. My paint must
have been a little scratched, because I think the personnel man
saw in me more than just a mere button pusher. He swished me in
for an interview with the head of the processing dept. who is look-
ing for a new secretary, of course with the understanding that I
am one of many applicants being interviewed for that particular
job. I should know by the end of this week, and he wants me to
take a typing test tomorrow, for the records. It was a pretty
good interview and I hope I get that job. Besides figuring out
the time sheets, there isn't much secretarial work involved, an
occasional memo and getting him to meetings on time, relaying
messages to and from the people in the dept., etc. Whatever I
get, it isn't the cannery and it's about nine miles closer. Also,
working until 3:00 AM and later is for the birds. I think that
I'd rather work for a man than a woman anyway-- not so much fur
and clawing.

Do you remember Kenny Mills, the boy with the cast on his
arm who was going to come and see me the weekend that I was
down there, who I introduced you to over by the South end of the
grandstand at Belmont the night you came with Suzie. He went
into the hospital for the fourth and last operation on his arm
and as soon as they administered the anesthetic, his heart stopped.
They got it started for a few seconds by massaging it, but then
it stopped for good. It was an awful shock. He was only 24, wild
but good, and never made an enemy in his life. We went to the
funeral on Friday, but I still can't believe that he's really dead.

I hope that you aren't too disappointed that I didn't plunge
right out of colleg and into a career or grad school. I got what
I could and what I wanted out of Stanford and being up here. I kind
of have a head start on things and I see no reason to make careful
schedules and plans for the rest of my life as long as the things
I'm doing are of some possible future use. From here on out, I
have no particular plans or deadlines, just a mental list of things
I intend to look into and things that I am curious about. I'll
check them off as the opportunities present themselves or as I am
able to make the opportunities. There are lots of things that I
could do that would be "wise" or "good ideas" but I can't do them
all and I can't like them all. A lot of my interests are not
along tried and true lines anyway, so social wisdom and someone'
elses experience isn't much help. Aside from the definite reasons
I have for staying up here, you know as well as I do that coming
home to live and finding something to do in LA would be a step
backwards and that my divergent interests and habits would only
cause friction. I don't feel just because you do things different-
ly from the way that I do them that I should change. I think that
you know what I mean, and it only starts with two-wheeled vehicles.
I do appreciate my college education and the money and effort
that you put out in giving it to me. I know its value and that
its real assets to me in particular cannot be measured in grades
or units. Believe it or not, I even realize that a lot of love
as well as money and effort went into providing it.