Greenville, SC 29609
Dear Ron,
Thank you. For all of it.
I have never felt so welcome in any place in my life. There are a great many reasons why this past weekend was so extraordinary, but Lynne and I both came away from the experience with a shared sense of what every person we spoke with also feels. Others put it better than I, and you said it in your way as well: the voices. After we parted your company on Sunday, I took Lynne around Little Round Top, and over to Lee’s view of Pickett’s charge. We spent a great deal of time simply absorbing it all. They were all there: the voices.
When we came back home, I called both my mother and Lila, and made some attempt at explaining what the whole experience had been like, but I doubt I will ever be able to put it into words. I am after all, not the Writer. I may have inherited a good many things from my father, but that glorious gift was his alone. What I have done to earn success in my life is be a good businessman, something my father was not. It is an irony that I cannot express strongly enough that very likely through my efforts, and yours, (and probably many others) Michael Shaara will be a famous man. He always wanted that, but I don’t believe he understood how to play the games. I think he resisted having to play by the rules of others. You may have known him well enough to know that his great need was to leave something behind. What he never understood was that to best succeed at that, he needed some help. He’s getting it now.
This weekend, I watched you work on your own dream, and quite frankly, I was greatly impressed. The intense feelings that everyone brought to this project do not measure up to what you have inside you. Everyone feels the drive you bring to this project, and many expressed their respect for your work. But I respect you for more than just your professionalism, or your competence as a director. I know what this has meant to you for such a long time. My God man, you’re living out your dream. It matters little what status you may achieve after this project, because you have succeeded where it matters most.
I probably did a poor job of expressing to Lila how the experience of this weekend deeply affected me. It would sound considerably melodramatic to many, but I believe you understand what I mean. I too have heard the voices.
It is simpler in many ways to thank you than to thank my father. Whether he could hear it or not, I don’t know. Until now that’s not the kind of thing I’ve thought much about. But in all that lies ahead, I will do the best I can. Take care.



