Today I received mail from two exotic locales: Quezon City, Philippines; and Toronto, Canada. I mean real mail, the kind you can hold in your hands and stick up on the wall. This is a small pleasure that we're in the process of losing, like buying a little box of gummed reinforcements. In the era of email and texting, the only people who still send regular mail are those who put it in window envelopes, the kind where you can catch a glimpse of the words "Final Notice" in the window. As nice as it is to see a familiar name in your email list, it's no match for discovering an envelope in your mailbox with your very own name written by hand. Thanks, Winnie and Terry!