Oh yeah, wait a minute Mr. Postman.
My baby wrote me a letter.
Signed, sealed, delivered, I’m yours.
All great lines from all great songs. Letters are a dying art and unlike songs, they are often tossed or tucked away to not be seen again. I’ve kept every letter I’ve received and have often wondered why. But rereading them makes me realize some of the beauty that we are missing by our increasing use of technology to exchange information. I thought it might be nice to preserve and share some of the ones I’ve collected over the years. Feel free to dig into my mailbox.
Letterally 