For five summers — 1967 through 1971 — i attended the National Music Camp at Interlochen, Michigan. Their alum outreach sends me fund-raising letters from time to time.
In May of 2015, their heart-warming (tear-jerker?) tale evoked the the first reply.
By December, a third letter arrived and, since Diana was feeling better she told me that a reply was probably not warranted but, if i felt like it, this was my turn.
Each letter speaks for itself. In fairness, Interlochen did teach me a number of things not only about music and the arts but, also, about life and what matters.
