Retrieving the mail Monday through Saturday at my home used to give me a little spark of anticipation. Part of this can be attributed to my having been a freelance writer for most of my adult life — awaiting checks and acceptances but more often receiving rejection slips — but also because even the ads and bills that arrived still represented a form of news, a connection to the world outside.
Yet I’ve noticed, as I’m sure you have, that far less mail is coming in lately. I realize that sounds…
