I love the internet, obviously, but something has been lost for me in the frenzied conversion to e-everything. Anticipation. Surprise. The warm fuzzy feeling you get when you understand that someone far away is still thinking about you, with some measure of care.
Growing up I spent summers at my Dad's house, just outside of Philadelphia. I used to wait for the mailman to arrive, totally impatient for a letter from a friend back home in Illinois.
Now, I send "good mail", randomly, to friends. Some "get it" and some don't. Some send good mail in return. My friend D. is one of those people. It's not an envelope, it's collage - front and back.