1975-05-28, Wednesday, We went to Chinatown for dinner, to the Mandarin Inn (we went by car, which I had rented to pick up a sculpture in NY the day before). They returned or keys. They had been feeding our cats while we were in Massachusetts. We gave them two jars of stewed tomatoes Frank (Catherine's father) had put up. Doug brought over a sour dough bread he had made (it was terrific).