My best friend had left me for another city and there were no phones in my country then. We usually write to ourselves. But we sent the letters through anyone we knew that was going in either of our directions. The delight I had in reading her letters was next to none. We were just children then, so we used pencils to write long and heartwarming tales of everything that had been going on before after the previous letter. When the phones came, everything changed. I guess it was because we could reach each other at any time so we didn't feel as excited. I still miss those letter writing days.
RE: Lint Diving for Treasure