I confess. I don't write letters anymore. it was an activity which I loved. many of my antique epistles are among my papers at Kent State -- along with thousands of letters from others. but now it's all e-mail. so when I open my mailbox if I have anything it's bills & adverts.
however in the past 2 days I've been surprisd by 2 packages. first from Philadelphia came Jim Cory's new book:
(as a boastful aside let me note there's a Gildzen blurb on the back cover.)
then from Brooklyn came a package from Ira Joel Haber which included this original work:
this receiving brought back memories of pre-computer days when I hung on the postman's visit. & it made me feel warm to be rememberd by friends.