Same job, different uniform.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Confessions of a Correspondent Pack Rat

When I die it will take my remaining nieces and nephews a short lifetime to sift through my emails, postcards, letters, greeting cards, shoes, and piles of crap.

If you have ever sent me anything, chances are good that I saved it. And I could probably quote you.

But remind me that I promised to call you? Blank stare.

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