And So We Meet
I am about to really date myself here, but I am willing to risk it to make a point. I must have been twelve years old when I joined Aunt Jane’s Letter Club, a regular column in the New Orleans Times Picayune. It was designed to connect kids who wanted to write to pen pals. I had several, mostly girls my age. They lived in various states, although a few were from England since at that stage of my life I had become quite enamored with all things British, thanks to my obsession
