My dream was always to have a stamp. I feel like people who have a stamp really did something. They really did some acts of service.
I don't know if I get any mail. I think I just get bills.
I think I sent out some résumés for marketing jobs, and they all came back in the mail because I didn't have enough postage.
I get about 25 letters a month, and I answer every one of them.
I can't build a simple shelf. I have no idea how to change an oil filter on a car. I can't even stick a stamp on an envelope straight. And I'm always dialling the wrong number. But I have come up with a few original cocktails that people seem to like.
The idea of licking stamps seemed great fun for me.
Sending a handwritten letter is becoming such an anomaly. It's disappearing. My mom is the only one who still writes me letters. And there's something visceral about opening a letter - I see her on the page. I see her in her handwriting.
my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.
In the office, the mail that came in was always 10 to 1 for me.
