(it's painful when you hear old
people say that)
but in the old days,
we used to get mail.
in fact it came twice a day.
letters, freaking
hand written letters.
with postage stamps, and
addresses written
in lovely penmanship.
inside were three pages
from someone you knew
telling you everything
you didn't know about
their life.
a long distance phone call
cost too much, and with a letter
you could read it over
and over again.
no one threw away
a letter. it was a keepsake.
you'd put it on your desk
for a while
before the drawer.
and milk. don't get me
started on when we used to
have milk delivered
and eggs and juice. bacon.
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