Lettering the Past

The letter started out: “I don’t know if you are the same person I grew up with in Klamath, but…” It arrived at the radio station, KIIQ where I was working part-time on the air.

Before opening it up I noticed it was postmarked “Yerington,” which at the time didn’t tell me much. I wasn’t certain exactly where the town was at the time, other than I knew I had driven through it on my way from Las Vegas to Reno.

When I reached the bottom of the note that had been in the envelope, I nearly fell off my chair. It was signed “Diana Goodyear.”

The only Diana I knew in Klamath had moved to Nevada when she and I were in 8th grade at Margaret Keating School. We had written each other a few times, then lost touch, but I had never stopped thinking about her though.

It was a difficult morning as all I could think about was getting home, grabbing an envelope and a stamp, to mail the note I had written in response. Diana Webster — as I knew her back when we were kids — and I have been in constant contact ever since.