Wasted nickel

(1976 November)

Tonight is Opening Night of Jean Birkett's play "The Inspector General" .... I changed my mind and went to the play Saturday after all. Called a cab, looked out and saw grass covered with snow and quickly changed to boots. As I went alone, I hoped to call a cab quietly to come home, so friends wouldn't feel obligated to fetch me home. The phone rang and rang but no answer. So along came Bill Birkett and took me home; also Cleo Goplin, LaVonne's mother. It was very slippery underfoot.