I THINK I may have hit a new low last week. It felt as if I were channeling my parents as I heard myself complaining about how I miss the “good old days” — when people actually wrote me letters and cards, rather than texting me on my cell or sending online e-vites to parties and events.
Call me old fashioned, but there’s something nice about opening up a letter and reading a handwritten note from a friend.
Nowadays, the only thing that fills my mailbox are bills and a host of requests for donations from organizations in need of help.
Over the past few years, those requests have grown exponentially, especially in light of the economic crisis that our country has been living through.