A late-getting-started day, a creation-avoidance day, a word-vacuum-of-a day. In the middle of the afternoon, finally getting down to writing about a drive through Toronto in a Cutlass Supreme with a T-top—those of you who know me will understand how utterly thrilling I am finding this scene (hint: I did not even know what a T-top was until an hour ago)—I get a comment on dayletters (see previous post) that makes me laugh out loud. Out loud. Joyously. No kidding. Thank you, Kristen! I miss you!
Telegrams with a limited number of words, sent slower and cheaper than a regular telegram.
Me too!