Dear Mr, Eisenstaedt:
Now that I'm 60 - it's fun to admit that I'm the nurse in your famous shot "of the amorous sailor celebrating V.E. Day by kissing a nurse on New York's Broadway." The article in the Los Angles Times, which described your talents, stimulated the recall of the scene on Broadway.
I had left Doctors' Hospital and wanted to be part of the celebration but the amorous sailor and a subsequent soldier motivated a retreat into the next opening of the subway. I wish I could have stored that jubilation and amour for use P.R.N.
Mr Eisenstaedt, is it possible for me to obtain a print of that picture? I would be most appreciative.
I regret not having met you on your last trip to Beverly Hills.
Perhaps next time. If not - I'll understand because "it's not only hard to catch him - its hard to keep up with him."