Once again, I’m on the plane and headed home. I can’t wait to see Andy, and I sure miss my music. The only thing that pisses me off is that I’ve got a lousy cold, like I knew I’d be getting sooner or later. I just didn’t think I’d get it before going home. I got it the day after my birthday.

Ma gave me lots of clothes and jewelry for Chanukah.

I sang for Dad several times, and he says he can definitely picture me on records and tapes someday, and he’s got the feeling now, stronger than ever, that it is my destiny and was meant to be and will happen.