This year (2014) I attended my 55th high school reunion in Philadelphia. One of my old friends called me from Atlanta to ask if I was going. During that conversation she mentioned how much she loved the painting of mine that she had on her wall. I didn’t recall anything about the painting so I asked her to make me some photos of it, and as soon as I saw it I remembered it very well. I did it while in college, probably sometime from 1959-1963, (more likely toward the 1963 end of that span), and it was of a friend who was a modern dancer I did some choreography for, named Terry. Her last name is gone from the memory bank. Evidently I gave it to her for a wedding present, and she told me I had a whole lot of paintings in my bedroom and she and her fiance were to pick one they liked. What an odd selection, I thought.