My friend W likes to travel, too, and she likes to correspond. We were roommates in Durango, Colorado a long time ago, and then we both lived in California for a while. For the last ten years we’ve never lived closer than 1,800 miles but we’ve always been good at keeping in touch. We talked on the phone every couple of months. We wrote funny, lengthy emails to each other and sent Christmas cards and presents. Somehow, we figured out in the midst of all this that we both had an unreasonable number of blank postcards at our disposal.
Hmmm.
Then we kicked off postcarding each other about once a week. No special message, no international travel, no waiting around for something newsy to happen. Occasionally, one or the other of us evoked our highly developed sense of irony and said something truly brilliant and brief. But mostly it wasn’t about that. It was just about the postcard.
Then W's eyes got bad, and she couldn’t really read anything for a while. So our postcard thing just stopped.
By the time she got better, Mark Zuckerberg had stolen this genius of an idea from the Winkelvoss twins, and we got sucked into Facebook along with everyone else. (To W’s credit, she’s never been as inclined to brag about herself as I have on that damned social network.)
It kind of surprises me that neither of us suggested starting up the postcard thing again.
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