lasssn, J. V. 
1964 — Ai ©ut ians 
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meet and go eat another place with them. I'd called Millers earlier. 
Hank is (Setting on — thinking about retirement. 
June 9., 1964 
This morning we meet Hank and Jim for breakfast at the Economy 
fffiftfrgstas, June 1964 
Raining — we drive to airport, leave vehicle, fly Weln Airliner F27 .let 
to Home over clouds. BushpilotSs wife (he now files for Weln)vith 8 
months old adopted boy-Chris — sits beside me, ex- Oh loan. Ales, since *55. 
I hold baby a while and she invites me to dinner but I forget to find out 
where. Sewerdees talks to us handing out illicit (on this airliner) 
propaganda for Rampart Dam telling us to influence the influential. I 
don't try to argue with her, but I tell my friend that I'm not convinced. 
The cloud layer breaks Into hills and val 14ye of cloud and there 
below us is the Bering Se- , blue bl ck with white cakes end floes of ice. 
Time? 0745 Bering See Std, Time. The coast of the Seward Peninsula is 
immediately north of us, beaches, lagoons, the cliffs of Bluff and respectable 
snow-covered mountains way back behind. - 
About 0802 we lend at Home, 39°P . and it doesn't warm much beyond that 
today. I'd seen a bird or two from theair as we came in and more as a limousine 
took us the very short hop to town, but nothing identified yet. The green 
Polaris Hotel has a chunk of sidewalk around it, but almost all the rest 
of the walks in town are boardwalks of 2 X 4 or other lumber in various stages 
of delapid&tion. We pass it and the big red-brown Bering Sea Hotel to try 
the North Star which hag cafe, but they're full up so we go back and 
cheek in Room 9 of Bering Sea, 
