It’s time for holiday newsletters. Stories are what I love. I even like newsletters about people I don’t know. I always looked forward to the mail during the holidays. Envelopes carried details about what life brought and what it took away during the year.
I used to write a holiday letter every year to tuck inside a card, then made a mad dash to Kinko’s at the last minute to copy enough to fit my list. (We didn’t all own copy machines then.) At Kinko’s in Studio City, the staff was made up of sleepy but helpful band members working between gigs.
In San Francisco, I bought boxes of cards from a fancy store, cards so heavy and gorgeous I hated to part with them, waited ’til the last minute to write a newsletter and made the dash to PIP (Postal Instant Press) the North Beach version of Kinko’s, to plead for a rush from more sleepy band members running machines.
Then I stopped sending them. Now I miss them. I figure if I want to get some, I’d better send some and I’m starting up again. I’m emailing this year with pictures included. I wonder if the band members working at copy places will miss me.
I still have some of the fancy cards and I’ll send them to people who don’t have computers, seniors who’ll appreciate the fuzzy Santa’s hat or the glittery snowfall on special paper that requires extra postage.
Mine are going out today. Send some, get some. Any holiday greeting you send will receive a warm welcome here.