I come from an era when a phone call at an odd hour usually meant bad news, two rings once home was often all that was needed if at all and when far away a postcard at some point was the acceptable protocol, an oddly quaint concept in the current omni-contactability heavy-flow chatterglut world.
Cycling With Baggage, April 19, 2017, at 10:27 AM
Seems like Jo and I grew up in a similar age, just continents apart 🙂
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