I got a postcard from Michigan the other day.
Music brought me to Michigan when I was sixteen, in 1989. I went there with my school's orchestra and choir, and on one day we played a concert at the Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp. Some young people greeted our bus and escorted us with waving flags into the camp. There, boys and girls were mostly separated, which was very strange for me, because in Europe we didnt care much about that any more. Even during the concert int the late afternoon, the boys and girls had to sit on their own sides.
I still have the audio recording of that concert somewhere, and there was much cheering and applause. Then at some point our individual names were announced. We had a very handsome concert master (leader of the first violins), and when his name came up, the crowd went wild. Well, the one half.
This is how typewriters bring back memories too, through a typewritten postcard from someone in Michigan.
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