From Akron to South Africa

SINCE you can not hear me speak I must tell you--I am not only an alcoholic but a Yankee as well. Our good friend Ann may remember way back in 1953 a chap from Akron, Ohio, (my home) with his wife and little boy stopping in your offices on their way to South Africa. I was still very much in the fog then even though I considered myself a member of this beloved fellowship.