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Me letters when I was a magazine editor, prisoners often sent. The majority of asserted these were wrongfully convicted, sometimes in way-too-colorful detail. Just just What grabbed me personally, but, ended up being that the screeds had been handwritten. Passionate, personal, filled with feeling. Plenty of free-flowing anger here. But again — handwritten. Delightful.
Therefore, who states the art of hand-penned letters is dead? Just about everybody, really. At the very least until recently. Inmates are not any longer one of the few whom put ink in writing to generally share their many urgent thoughts. It’s becoming a thing once more to create letters and drop them right into a mailbox that is physical. We approve. At the beginning of my journalism job, during a period of many years, I maniacally scribbled literally numerous of letters and records to virtually everybody whom I was thinking could provide me personally a rest. (It worked.)