Letters from 1978...

Sorting through the last of Glen's stuff in the front closet I found two letters I'd written to him in September 1978. We'd just moved to Santa Barbara where I'd attend graduate school. He'd gone to Utah for a hang gliding tournament. The letters jolted my memory about those days long ago. A story idea formed. I think about those days when I was young, in love, and yet lost in a world I couldn't quite understand. So an unexpected find from the past provides the thread for a new short story. And off I go, letting the story unfold.