Pen-pal; letters from 1977
I met a girl while standing in line the night before the last, great Led Zeppelin concert performed in America in July of 1977. We crawled into a sleeping bag together in the back seat of my mom's station wagon and just talked for hours while we waited for dawn to come when the gates to the Oakland Coliseum would open. It was going to be a long day and there were going to be thousands, upon thousands of people. We had just graduated from high school and this was going to be the night of our lives. This new friend and I connected on some inner level and wrote letters to each other for many months. Despite the fact that she just lived across the bay, we never saw each other again after we got separated in the mob scene of the audience at that infamous concert. Here is the first letter that she wrote to me after the show. (Sadly, she has all of my letters and I cannot show you what it was that I had written to her.)