Recently unearthed a letter from an old friend. That same day I had probably read 40 emails, sent 15 texts, and glanced at 2 or 3 social media sites. However, the only thing that lingers from that day are the words my friend set down in pen and ink those many years ago. We forget how powerful a handwritten note is. There is the tactile rush that comes from slicing open the envelope, the coarse feel of the paper, the uniqueness of the penmanship that says so much about the personality of the writer. And it really isn’t a conceit of Hollywood: when we read letters from friends and loved ones, we read it in their voice. Now, where did I put my good stationery?