I went to the Post Office to get a roll of stamps before I went to the drugstore with my prescriptions. When I got back to the car my prescriptions were gone. . . .vanished from the seat.
So a good deal of my day was calling my two doctors getting them to write new scrips. After a trip to the Police station to pick up permits for Dr. Ervin Dailey to have a "stop traffic and donate" Sunday for the Haitian people, I retreated to Springhill Country Club and hit a few balls with a friend. What a beautiful day; I wish I had brought my whole set of clubs. Returning home, I found my bride had gotten off early, so we went to pick up new prescriptions and went out to eat at Butch Cassidy's on Florida Street.