Hello, Fellow Classmate,
My parents are cleaning out their basement, and my mom keeps sending me stuff she doesn’t want to throw away—drawings I did at age 4; a school picture from second grade with missing front teeth, a terrible haircut, uneven bangs; an ugly orange and brown macramé wall hanging—mostly useless stuff. However, last week she sent me this postcard of Brandt Hall that I had mailed to my parents on September 10, 1978, just a few weeks into my Luther College education. On the postcard (which I sent for ten cents postage!) you can see that I had circled where my room is in Brandt (2nd floor West), and I shared that I went to a free on-campus movie and met the daughter of one of my dad’s Luther Seminary classmates. And I end my postcard with these words: I love it here! I wonder if I’ll always be this happy!