Jan 17th My Dearest Boof- Yes another homecoming letter to you! As you will see from the mail stack awaiting you we have had a number of rehearsals for this moment of home coming! It doesn't diminish any of it to be sure - This week-end is one of mounting hysteria publicly - Even as I write the Iranians are still balking - continuing to look like the nasty little villeins that they are — never mind, They have as least kept you alive and well. I am racing to get this to Sheldon at the Dept. I believe he is leaving to Germany tonight or tomorrow — He knows haw to reach me. I'll be at the Dept (7th floor by day) and Sheila + Nicky's by night — (362-0952) I can't stay at the house - The T.V. cameras will be plaured [sic] on the front lawn like bushes. The boys are poised to come to Washington. As are Mum +Pop. I can't wait to talk to you. And The awful thing is that there is so much to ask and say I'm I afraid 1 shall be speechless! -------- You will have to do all the talking-------- it is all like some incredible dream- I'm sure it strikes you Hear way, too, somehow. Have you got you manuscript under you arm? I have kept volumes of notes our have been so busy keeping up with the duties of being spokesman for the families in all this that I have not even got a draft for a book started yet. But we have an agent - Owen Laster at William Morris in N.Y. (Through Janet Roberts) You will discover that every member of the press and media know us intimately! — More I shall not say. I am becoming Euphoric and unintelligible! Welcome BACK — AND CALL AS SOON AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN 1 LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Wee ?