My family in England is so good about sending letters and disappointingly I have never reciprocated their efforts. I have always opted to use electronic methods which I argue allow me to convey a lot more information. But just like those elementary school valentines days when you were so happy to receive a hand written valentine from the cute girl in the class, I cant help but be ecstatic every time I get a hand written letter in the mail. Especially since now a days the mail generally only brings bad news of debts and bills and oppurtunities for trips to Vegas for ‘free’ or get another credit card.
Everything and the The Bathroom Sink