I studied voice with Dorothy Dreslin in the early seventies. She would occasionally bring out shoeboxes of fan letters and read them aloud. There was also a parakeet that had the freedom of flight in her apartment. She was an excellent teacher. A friend of my parents from Normanside country club, she’d come to the house for parties. She passed from a heat attack in her apartment while watching Nixon deliver a speech. Jap915@hotmail.com.