Seems I'm not the only one who loves real mail. I came across a link on Oh So Beautiful Paper to an article entitled In Praise of Snail Mail by Meghan Daum from the LA Times. Meghan writes:
For me, it's the trip to the mailbox, the opening of the lid, the retrieving. E-mail offers no such pleasures, nor can it do that magical thing that real mail can do : reminding you intimately and tactically of who you are. You linger over a letter from a friend; you don't hit delete.
Have you ever thought about it like that? That just by sending a piece of REAL mail to someone you can remind them of who they are? It's not just delightful; it's life-affirming. Don't you want to remind someone of who they are? I do!
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