When I first thought about writing this blog, the working title was Letters at Breakfast. I love letters – both writing them and receiving them. Lagging behind the curve as I do, I’m not sure if anyone else even thinks about letters. The world’s attention span seems to be 140 characters, and I get the impression that a letter in a stamped envelope may be rarer than a double blue super moon in a leap year with five Friday the thirteenths.
Ages ago when I was young (even before the idea of email; before Mark Zuckerberg was born; before texts, and Snap this and Instant that), letters in the mailbox were not all that plentiful. Still, they came along from time to time, and I could maintain a bit of hope. (more…)