Sunday, October 10, 1943.
Father Maher sent his car to pick us up for mass this morning. And then out to the plane afterwards. I “served” mass for him, and I got a big thrill out of it, as did he. I bid him goodbye, and we took off for Casa Blanca.
We landed in Casa Blanca shortly after lunch. I got settled, and then took off for town. Casa Blanca is quite a large-modern and nice city. There are many novelty and souvenir shops - dealing mostly in leather, and in metal jewelry. There is a very nice Officers’ Club in the French Automobile Club. They have a wet bar and a snack bar, where you can get different kinds of sandwiches, ginger ale, Coke, lemonade and ice cream.
I listened to the World series on the radio tonight, and the Yanks beat the Cards again, 2-1.
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