I have time to write an entry right now because I am stuck in the computer lab waiting for a classmate. A young man who I meet while on the trip to Louisiana (not one I have mentioned to any of you — no not even you Oso) has written me three times. I like it. It was ironic because right before I got the second piece of mail, Preston had said to me “The art of letter writing is dead.†And here is this guy who has been writing me even though I haven’t written back. I will write back but I want to write back a letter and not send him off an email. I used to write letters on a weekly basis now I only send hand written notes through snail mail during Christmas…the art of letter writing is dead.
Agreed. I love writing letters. Too bad I don’t much anymore.
I haven’t written a true, sit down for an hour with a cup of coffee, letter in a long long time. I used to do at least two or three a month. Damn blog.