Remember when we used to get personal letters, handwritten on paper? Sometimes, you could tell by the handwriting who had sent it, but the first thing I always looked for was the return address, which could be as simple as “Mom.” Or “Genny.” ( We spent a year apart before our wedding.) You got to rip open the envelope–what a wonderful tactile experience. Then, full of anticipation, you withdrew the letter, neatly folded, awaiting your eyes only. No spam here. No prying eyes from the ISP or web of interlocking interests trying to steal your vitals. Just one or two sheets of paper, could be written on front and back. You could imagine the hand on the paper; you could carry it around and read it again at your leisure. Even better, it could be a handwritten note from a girlfriend, a wife, a lover. How many love letters did you ever get? I hope a lot. I had trouble throwing letters away. It was like part of the person who wrote it. Just too strong a vibe, especially if from someone very close to you. After the opening song, check out my letter “home.” Just click on the blue link.
