I wish you both all the best.
Perhaps there's a song in 'dry land diving'.

I've never met you, I've never heard you except on recordings, but you've been part of my life for as long as I can remember. I grew up in New York state, the child of not-particularly-folky parents. The music of my early childhood was mostly my mom's 78 record collection. One of those brittle wax discs was "With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm". (Remove happropriate haitches.) I loved that record! I played it a lot, I read the label, I left it sitting on the sofa and I sat on it. Bye bye, brittle wax disc.

Fast forward to college in 1974, when I found you in the library. Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out how to nick the record without getting caught. Then came a brief period (22 years) of being in the Air Force, without much folk music except what I could find on the radio. I eventually landed in New Hampshire, and met up with you again at a weekly singing session where we regularly sing a few of your songs.

I suppose it's a risk that comes with being famous - lots of complete strangers know of you, and you may not be aware of quite how many. So, from a strange (and somewhat odd) woman in New Hampshire, USA, thanks for all the music.

Please get well soon,
Jeri