April 3, 1966
Listening to an old friend, tonight on VOA. Soapy Williams! [Long time by then former Governor of Michigan who served as Kennedy’s Assistant Secretary of State for African Affairs].

A very popular, and very respected person here. Witness campaign for the Senate gets wide coverage here. [LAP]

April 5, 1966
Several things. First of all, Lou has an ear infection. I’m worried about it – I don’t like infections in the head, and this one is a bloody one. Not open bleeding, but wax packed with blood. He can’t hear from his left ear at all.

Next, we got mail from home yesterday. Or at least Lou did. Even got a letter from his Aunt Bugs. That’s nice. We also got a package of four placemats from his folks. We aren’t sure why they sent them. Maybe it was because Dad got them for free. Maybe it is an Easter present. Whatever it was, they would feel the effort much rewarded, I think, if they could see the excitement which such things stir up.

Also, we have been thinking of getting a nice radio – a Telefunken II – and we got it yesterday. Lou was sick and we needed something to cheer us up. It has 5 bands and all the trimmings. We are really happy with it. It is now ten before seven in the morning and I’m listening to opera – good fast stuff with catchy times – in Italian. We had Armed Forces Radio Service last night – when we get a ground wire the thing should really work well.

I just had to interrupt to go get the pups out of the garage. What pests.

Today is the day we give the first of the finals. I think we’re going to have a busy Easter holiday. Man. We still have to type out an English exam. These things take time.

Dr. Chang was supposed to have been here last night. She wrote two weeks ago and said she and “Chuck” would be down soon. Yesterday I was worried about Lou’s ear so I called K. Sure enough the old Dr. wasn’t around. I talked to Rush and he told me that they would be stopping through in the evening. We waited, needless to say, in vain. Damn her – we could die with her good wishes if it meant taking her out of the way. If it weren’t for Jack Hood Vaughn [The second Director of the Peace Corps following Sargent Shriver], I’d be tempted to write to W.D.C. [Washington D.C.]. It’s not incompetence, I find disgusting; it is a blasé carefree unconcern over other peoples’ illnesses that grinds me. [All by FMP]