16 April, 1972
C/O Texas National Guard, Austin, TX
I did get your letter and understand the keenness with which you want a red Ryder BB gun with a magic compass in the stock which always points away from danger. However, (and firstly), I’m on vacation. Secondly, as I’ve explained to you before, I am not Santa Claus.
Wish You Were Here,
6 July, 1946
Bush Compound, New Haven, CT
I’m deeply honored that you would think of me as godfather for your boy. I’m afraid, though, that if you’ll expect more than a fiver on birthdays and graduations, (and maybe not then), you might want to look somewhere else. Of course, it goes without saying that I can’t make it to the christening. I’m on vacation.
Don’t spare the rod,