Dear Sherm: Unfortunately I never had a chance to inspect the little Bavarian Church that intrigued you so much when you visited there some years ago. Actually my effort for this year’s Christmas card was inspired by a picture post card that I picked up there.1
From someone visiting my office a few days ago, I heard that your book was to be published within the next month. If it is indeed true that your own work on it is finished, I can well imagine what a relief it is. I know you have had a tough job and I am sure it was a well worth while one. Naturally I am going to have a lively interest in reading it.2
I trust that you have enough New Hampshire snow this winter so that you and Rachel can indulge your passion for taking the slopes at breakneck speed. I am quite ready to follow your example in a trout stream, but I will be ------ if I am ever going to put on a ski that, in any event, looks to me more like a weapon of war than an item of sport.3
Give my love to Rachel and, of course, again a Happy New Year to you both. As ever
P.S.: I trust that the prognostications in your final paragraph will come true. At the very least, I am complimented that you believe so.4