Late Evening — reading & playing cards, waiting for Art — A mood of depression overpowers us, on account of the war threat, and the realization that Art would be drawn into it. All of my sins of omission in connection with my son haunt me. The simplest phrase in a book, such as a reference to camping out and what it means to boys — and I thought of Art's unfulfilled desire to camp out, — did I ever really try to give him that experience? And now its too late. Difficult getting to sleep.
Charles Burchfield, March 16, 1948