Down on the Farm: Writing letters
The heat of last week seemed like a good reason to stay inside and sort through junk.
Amongst the piles of stuff, most of which ended up in the dumpster, I found a treasure, a true historical oddity, something you don't find any more: A stack of letters, some hand-written, others typed.
The stack was fully an inch thick. It consisted of dozens of letters sent to me while I attended a summer session of college in England as a 21-year-old in 1986.