Lockout

(1970 May 11)

Well, whatever next? as they say in Richland Center. This morning met Paul F. [lawyer] at 9 and after that did many odd little errands resulting in my carrying many odd little packages. When I got out of the cab, I hurriedly unlocked the door and fell in as they were slipping all directions - then sped out to let Dee out as he was anxious to go. His rope was tangled and I out to right it. Bang went the door and I was locked out. [to be continued]