I’ve written my father back in New York. Hopefully he gets my letter before he’s transferred upstate for the next year or so. I really put that off until the last minute. He’s alone up there and probably thinking I’m upset with him. But I wrote him still and shared our recording and other band happenings. This is the first time I’ve written him after two letters he’s sent me. I feel like a terrible son and I probably am. But maybe I’m not.