In 1969, my college roommate, Shelley, played a piano piece that I had never heard before, and I fell in love with it. Years later, all I could remember was it was something about a wedding. We lost touch, and one day while streaming KXPR at work, THERE IT WAS… Wedding Day at Troldhagen. Each time I heard it again, I knew I had to try to find Shelley after these many years.
I did manage to locate her living in the Bay Area, and we see each other once a year. And it’s still “our song.”
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