tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470177446400129794.post6473991994725923606..comments2024-01-17T01:37:33.756-05:00Comments on SECRETFORTS: On the Subject of: Correspondence.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470177446400129794.post-52449121974871411352009-10-10T15:51:10.879-04:002009-10-10T15:51:10.879-04:00I was born in Ghana and didn't come to the US ...I was born in Ghana and didn't come to the US until 1997. I still remember those blue and red stripped post office bought letter papers and having a pen pal. Those days seems long gone until a great Japanese female friend of mine began leaving me notes even though we went to school together and saw each other everyday. It was always pleasant to receive such a correspondence.Zach Morrisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470177446400129794.post-63384378430597586452009-10-07T17:01:27.716-04:002009-10-07T17:01:27.716-04:00Used to send lots of letters to dear a friend when...Used to send lots of letters to dear a friend when he lived in Shepherd(ess)'s Bush.<br /><br />The temptation was simple too much.<br /><br />(Apologies for those unfamiliar with London's more Westerly Boroughs (and those lacking school boys humour)).Mr Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10350013599188738534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470177446400129794.post-4077765159359608972009-10-07T15:15:39.117-04:002009-10-07T15:15:39.117-04:00couldn't agree more...my grandmother still sen...couldn't agree more...my grandmother still sends me hand written letters and various newspaper clippings and it always makes me smile to read her notes and then send something back. i say we all get personal in '10.L.A.Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09794979185698861626noreply@blogger.com