My Freshman Year of College (1964): ...off to a rocky start

About the Book
I was eighteen years old when I entered college. Fifty-six years later I found out my mother kept all my letters from my freshman year of college, thirty-seven in all.
The letters, like the Phoenix, deserve to soar again.
If you are a baby boomer, perhaps these letters will evoke memories of your sixties.
Starting with Letter One, I am sharing all thirty-seven letters, printed exactly as they were written in 1964–’65. Warts and all.
Mistakes in grammar as well. Some random, wandering sentences. Spelling mistakes and curious punctuation errors. I definitely have a propensity to over punctuate.
The book is organized by chapters labeled as Letters and letters in chronological order. You will be reading exactly what Jack and Genevieve read so many years ago.
They were my parents.