Being a card-carrying shy person myself, I felt an extra connection. Some 20 years later an LP by Susannah McCorkle crossed my desk at the radio station. I only had to listen to the opening bars to know that this was the person with whom I briefly connected that humid summer of 1963. As a jazz programmer and host I played her music frequently on the air and will continue to do so online. By the way, Susannah and I parted company on the closing night of the show back in 1963 and never communicated again.
Life moves on, but memories remain.