Being a part of the Family who lived at the Chatsworth, with Charli, Frank, Bruno, Barbara, Peter, Ritchie, Norman, Ray, Rushworth, Dee Dee, and Boo. I was touched and close to tears with all the memories of those loving and halcyon days and nights, from which I was abruptly torn from this wonderful support group and system, only to be moved to L.A. from my beloved New York City, and left to cry my eyes out in California for three years, listening to Tapestry. When I see how many great opportunities were waiting for Frank and Charli, I wished [coulda’, woulda’. shoulda’] we had moved back to N.Y. when Kenny and Meryl packed it all in, after being in L.A. for only three months. They saw the handwriting on the wall…while I ended up having to go back to school, earn a degree, and work in the medical profession in order to support our daughter. Norman and I were separated two years after the move to L.A., and divorced in 1977. I know it would have been a different story, had we returned home, where we belonged.

I thank Frank and Charli from the bottom of my heart. With love and good wishes for what remains of our Family,