Does anyone remember what it was to hold a pen? How it felt to hover over that vast expanse of virgin paper? Now imagine a time when that’s all there was and that walk to the mailbox; what would be waiting and from whom would it be? Doubtful it would be junk mail, but Sears and Roebuck made delightful toilet paper: I am told…
Submitted by LJ Selph.
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