I think of all my former students as “My Moonbeams”.  Silly, perhaps, but when I think of the hours we spent creating beautiful music and the effort they all made, it’s like being surrounded by glittering jeweled Gifts from GOD.  When one takes time to call and say hello, it is just too much of a HOOT!  HOOTing at my age is uniquely memorable, donchaknow.  To Marcia, class of ’59, I hope we all will gather one more time in April. Isn’t GOD GREAT?! That’s what I get in My Box of Chocolates.  AMEN