Dear Sherm: Recently in Augusta I ran into a couple of friends who had had contact with you during the last month or so; one of them saw you briefly at luncheon at a New York club.1 He observed that you ate lunch hurriedly and seemed as busy as ever.
As you know, we are in the throes of budgeting, preparing the "State of the Union" message, planning for a meeting of the Republican legislative leaders (the Democrats refused this year) and at the same time, so far as I am personally concerned, Meade Alcorn is laying out for me a series of January chores that are completely political.2
Referring again to friends who have seen you or heard about you, one of them--I think Slats Slater--told me that through Sidney Weinberg you had given some consideration to two or three commercial positions, but that you had declined to accept any of them.I had a chance also to talk to Doug Black, who told me he had had some conversations with you.3
In spite of whatever may be your principal preoccupation at the moment, I suppose that skiing will have a major part in your life for the next several months. I know nothing about the New Hampshire snow crop at the moment, but if there is any there at all I am quite sure you will find it.
Nelson Rockefeller dropped in to see me Saturday evening; he seems to be attacking his job not only enthusiastically but very intelligently. His victory, together with that of Keating, Hatfield and one or two others, has provided a bright spot in an otherwise dreary election result.4
So far as I know, you have not honored our fair city with your presence recently, but whenever you do come down, please drop in to see me.5
My warm greetings to Rachel and, of course, the very best to yourself. As ever