American Gothic, Circa 1993
I’m a pen and paper kind of guy. The need to email, text, twitter and frantically facebook excapes me. I still get a charge from trekking to my mailbox to see what awaits. (Yes, I am a simple man.) Yesterday among the seed catalogs, grocery store flyers from non-island grocery stores, and regretful Netflix selections was my treasure: a handwritten, homemade card from my friend Karen. Afixed to the card was a photo of the two of us taken July 4, 1993, in front of my house in Seattle. (Correction: my neighbor’s cat Bendy also shared the moment.) Our urban version of American Gothic made me smile, a snapshot in time that I had all but forgotten–a new house, an old friend and a garden just beginning.
So should you have the inclination to text, tweet or email this weekend, may I suggest otherwise. Put down the mobile device, secure a page of your finest paper (or college-ruled will do) and a pen that fits your hand, and write a note, a letter or even a poem, and send a friend a photo with some kind words and thoughtful recollections. The receiver will surely appreciate the momentary winter vacation, one that usually includes sunnier skies, fewer pounds and years yet realized. (And to my pal Karen, thank you.)
My first house in Seattle some years later.