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I was looking in my stationery drawer yesterday and came across a pad of paper, with matching envelopes - very nice air mail paper, by Crane's. It seems so quaint now, but I remember well the days when international phone calls were incredibly expensive and we didn't have the internet, and those air mail letters were a very important part of my travels abroad.

(Also, I have a stash of approximately 100 postcards, on a vast array of topics and themes. I should start a send-a-postcard-a-week project. Anybody want mail?)

(Do I have any thank-you cards? I do not. Must procure. I do have a stash of rather dour Winslow Homer cards, mostly featuring fish.)

I think I've found a blog by a woman who was my best friend ca. 1978-1982. We didn't keep in touch much after I moved away, since I was only 9 (she was 18 months older), and she lost both her parents in short order and moved in with a sister (she had a bunch of rather older siblings - I think she was a menopause baby). I've Facebooked her to ask if it's her. I don't think I'd have gotten in touch except via Facebook - it seems to make this sort of thing a little easier than email would be. I'm not sure that I expect anything even if it is her - but it's nice to read the blog and see that she seems to be a sensible person, the sort of person I might even choose as a friend as an adult, and she can use grammar and spell and so forth.

So now my head is all full of playing with her Barbies and watching General Hospital with her mother and talking on the phone after I moved about who we though was cuter on CHIPS, John or Ponch.