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Dear Donn, There are no words that can describe feel over taking so long to write to gone by in the last year and a half and promised that we'd sit down and to. In fact on several occasions we but the letters were outdated before excuse is good enough because you ar lives and we want to share with you left Las Vegas. September 6 the guilt that Fredda and I you* I don*t think a day has that we haven't thought of you let you know what we've been up did sit down and start writing we ever finished. We feel no e still very much a part of our what we've been up to since we Our story York to a ed on with my real es and Predda the Develo permanent ing in Med starts with the move in late January of '82 to upstate New little town outside of Binghamton. Both Predda and I sign- temporary agencies and looked for new beginnings. I got tate license and took courses in computer assisted design studied word processing. By June Fredda was working afc- pmental Center for the Handicapped and in July was at the State Psychiatric Center. (That is, she was work- ical Records at the Center - not in residence.) I had started to be successful at selling houses, even though the interest rates were quite high, and life began to look ever upward. We bought a house and moved in in August and the day we moved"in I got a call from the State University of New York at Binghamton TSUNY) for an interview. I was hired Friday and started teaching on Monday. Rumors ran rampant from then to the end of the year about State budget cuts. I only had a one year contract and we didn't know if one, both or neither of us would be laid off. In many ways it was worse than waiting on hearing whether or not a show was going to close. We spent most of the Fall concentrating on work and getting ready for the winter. We had our chimneys cleaned, put wood in and settled down to enjoy our new house. It, the house, is an old done-over farm house with a small barn. We have four bedrooms, living room, family room, den, etc. and an over-sized lot. Plenty of room for a garden but not the acreage that we hope to have some day. Fredda kept busy with medical records and taking care of me, which she is superb at, and I continued teaching jazz, modern and beginning ballet at the university. One of Fredda's old dance friends from Chicago spent the Christmas holidays with us and we had a wonderful time in spite of the eminent lay-offs. I choreographed the Spring Musical at SUNY, "Fiddler on the Roof11, did a guest residency, and helped with the Spring Dance Concert. We planted a garden, which we are now reaping the benefits of, and tried to figure out what we'd do when the lay-offs hit us. It's been a long hot summer and we are now through the expected hard times. Fredda is now at the library at SUNY in Data Entry. I taught at the local Arts Center and for SUNY's summer session. We painted the house and I'm just now going back to real estate. It's a relief that interest rates are so much better than last year. About the only thing we hear from las Vegas is that the show is doing great which doesn't surprise us. It would be totally untrue to say that we don't miss our friends but we don't regret having accepted the chaltenge of making a new beginning. We eventually would have had to take the step and the timing was certainly right.