Today I spent a few hours at the record shop.  The place was buzzing with Betty’s records, because Betty had good taste in music.  As the day wore on, Betty’s orphaned records found new homes.  I bought two or three.  I wish Betty hadn’t written her name on the record labels, but whatever, it happened 60 years ago, and Betty was just a silly teenager at the time.  Betty, thanks for sharing your records and your undelivered note with me.