Stop the World, I Want the Good Old Days!
You’d think we were at Dave Letterman’s instead of an 8 hr workshop with Bill Belew.
His straight-forward answers to our dummies’ questions filled the corners of the room with laughter. He ended the workshop only after anyone wanting a site, was connected to a blog site and all questions were answered, even the ones that evoked belly laughs.
Blogging: I want those days back when all I needed was a pen, paper, a stamp and an envelope. There was something intimate about folding a letter, inserting it into an envelope, licking the flap carefully so I didn’t slice my tongue, hand-writing the address, and taking it to a post office for a stamp. The postman had a name and he knew mine.
Followed by days of anticipation and hope for a response as I checked the mail box at the post office. The ripping apart of the envelope even before I reached home. Rereading the letter before saving it in a shoe box.
I have a box of letters I wrote to a pen pal in Maryland while I was in high school. Her mother discovered them in her attic some years ago. The ink is still blue and the hand-writing is mine. I revisit the hopes and dreams of a 16 year old living in Kapoho on the Big Island of Hawaii in these letters written in trust for my pen pal’s eyes only.
Ah shucks, I miss those good old days…even if blogging gets me hundreds of readers per post, I didn’t need a workshop to learn how to lick an envelope.
