Now it just so happens that in the summer of 1957 (among other years) I was a camp counsellor at Camp Tacoma Pines in Maine (long since defunct) and in my cabin was a camper, Dan Coren. Little did I know that 14 years later I would meet his brother who is now my husband!

I'm on the left, Dan is on the right.
I wonder where all those other people are?
