Garry was watching an old movie, “A Letter to Three Wives.” He thought the whole concept of writing letters was kaput. No one writes letters anymore. We may dash off a note on a card, but a whole letter?
“When,” I asked Garry, “Was the last time you wrote a real letter.”
“When I wrote to you, in Israel?”
“Yup,” I said. “And the letters I wrote to you from Israel were the last personal letters I ever wrote.”
“Funny about that,” he said.
“Sure is,” I answered.
That was 1987.