Mr. Postman, Have You Got a Letter for Me?

Despite my abject social skills, I did manage to make some friends while at University. Some came from various regions of Canada, though many were from overseas. I would say the majority where from overseas.

At the end of the school year, when people were returning home, I would get their address (note, I only get addresses of people I am interested in. I am not polite enough to ask for an addresses I do not intend to use).

I would then write a letter and mail it a week before they left, so the letter would arrive around the same time they did. It was a real letter, several pages long, no an anemic postcard with a trite “Welcome Home!” message along with "Don't forget to keep in touch" admonishment.

I thought they would appreciate receiving a letter; knowing that they had not been forgotten once leaving Canada. Maybe it was naïve, but it was remarkably effective. I always received effusive replies of thanks back.

Now there is only one left and pen and paper have long since given way to e-mail.

I don't remember where I grabbed the image from (it is from a collection of photos I keep and, sadly, don't track where I get them from). It is available from a number of places on the web. If you know who the credit belongs to, let me know.