“What’s this?” I asked my wife.
I held it up in the light to see if it was real.
I felt the sharp edges, the texture. Wow.
In this day of high tech, I figured, maybe just maybe it could do something like talk or sing.
So I shook it back and forth. But no. It couldn’t do anything. Weird.
It made me feel as if I was back in 1984, standing at a pay phone, smelling like Drakkar Noir, sporting a pair of white Guess jeans pegged at the ankles.
Her friend Katie had taken the time to write us a letter, address an envelope, get a stamp, and walk to the mailbox to mail it.
Any of those actions might dissuade a human being in the year 2014, but not Katie. In some small yet truly…
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