>I'm looking for you, Lynda, who left Birch Street in
>1958 to go to Florida. Please, I hope to find out how
>life turned out for you. Of course, I never forgot you
>and have thought of you every day since then, since
>your sister chaperoned us and your mother came and
>drove you away in 1958. For old times' sake,
>please, a few emails. Because there never was a proper
>end, just oblivion...