Life doesn't have an un-do key

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

My earliest writings, other than class assignments, were letters. We had a corner mail box and the red flag was frequently in the up position, signaling the postman to stop and pick up outgoing mail. Once a letter went out, I would check the mail faithfully, hoping to see my name written on the front of the envelopes delivered. It seemed to take forever.

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